valued life highly, stiffened her spine—and her resolve. Turning her back on Ben and Trey, Tee-ani turned her appeal to the ship’s captain.
“Jordan, I know it’s dangerous, but I have to try. Nobody will believe that Ben and Trey are slavers if they don’t have at least one slave with them. I know what these creatures expect from their slaves.
I know how the women are treated. I know how to act.”
Hell, even without empathic skills, she could feel the anger brewing behind her. Well, they’d have to find a way to deal with it.
She would help G’baena and any other slaves she could while she was there and nothing was going to stop her. Nothing—especially a couple of G’trobian princes who thought they had some say in what she did just because they’d given her the best orgasms of her life.
Jordan frowned, the first actual expression she’d seen on his face since this all began, and for a moment, she thought he may deny her logic. She held her breath as he nodded slowly.
“Tee-ani has a point. You need to have a slave if you are going to convince anybody that you are interested in buying more.” Tee-ani had the most ridiculous urge to turn and poke her tongue at the two irate males she could feel behind her, but she controlled herself…barely. “But”—and oh, damn, all that triumph burst from her like a popped balloon—“you are the only doctor we have on board and your skills are in great demand.”
And there it was, a simple, indisputable fact. They needed her on the ship.
“Tee-ani, can you teach Sarah what she needs to know to pull this off?”
Tee-ani closed her eyes, embarrassment coloring her cheeks.
“I probably could.” She glanced at Sarah, smiling at the enthusiasm written on the woman’s face. “But slavers would expect a personal slave to perform…er…personal services for her masters quite often and in public.”
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Sarah’s smile faltered just a little. Tee-ani knew that Sarah loved her husband, and she could see the ideas bouncing through her head even before she opened her mouth to speak.
“Well, that makes it simple, then. Jordan and I will go to the planet, rescue G’baena, and be back in time for breakfast.” Nobody missed the quiet chuckle from her husband as he pulled her into his embrace.
“I thought you’d retired from undercover work,” he said
“Yeah, well I can un -retire for this mission. It’s important.”
“Okay, it’s settled then. Sarah and I will head to the planet in her courier ship as soon as we get close enough, we’ll—”
“Sarah,” Tee-ani began quietly, trying to convey her thoughts without actually blurting out personal medical information. “Do you think now might be a good time?”
Tee-ani was hard-pressed to keep from laughing when Sarah rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. “You just had to bring that up.”
“Bring what up?” Jordan’s voice was gruff, concerned, and for a heart-stopping moment, Tee-ani thought he might demand information from her. They may be millions of miles away from Earth, but she still held dear to the principles of doctor-patient confidentiality. Fortunately, he turned to his wife and smiled.
“Yes?”
Sarah nodded, an uncharacteristically shy smile spreading across her face before her husband lifted her up and spun around several times. Ben and Trey turned to Tee-ani, a mixture of bewilderment, anger, and confused happiness written on both their faces. Tee-ani just shrugged and turned back to the happy couple.
Jordan kissed his wife very thoroughly before turning his grin back to Tee-ani, Ben, and Trey. His smile faded and his arms tightened around his wife.
“We need a new plan.”
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Everyone nodded except for Sarah, who struggled out of his arms and glared at her husband. “No, we don’t. I’m not sick, I’m pregnant, and if you are going to start wrapping me in Pendarian safety foam we are going to have a really, really big
“Jordan, I know it’s dangerous, but I have to try. Nobody will believe that Ben and Trey are slavers if they don’t have at least one slave with them. I know what these creatures expect from their slaves.
I know how the women are treated. I know how to act.”
Hell, even without empathic skills, she could feel the anger brewing behind her. Well, they’d have to find a way to deal with it.
She would help G’baena and any other slaves she could while she was there and nothing was going to stop her. Nothing—especially a couple of G’trobian princes who thought they had some say in what she did just because they’d given her the best orgasms of her life.
Jordan frowned, the first actual expression she’d seen on his face since this all began, and for a moment, she thought he may deny her logic. She held her breath as he nodded slowly.
“Tee-ani has a point. You need to have a slave if you are going to convince anybody that you are interested in buying more.” Tee-ani had the most ridiculous urge to turn and poke her tongue at the two irate males she could feel behind her, but she controlled herself…barely. “But”—and oh, damn, all that triumph burst from her like a popped balloon—“you are the only doctor we have on board and your skills are in great demand.”
And there it was, a simple, indisputable fact. They needed her on the ship.
“Tee-ani, can you teach Sarah what she needs to know to pull this off?”
Tee-ani closed her eyes, embarrassment coloring her cheeks.
“I probably could.” She glanced at Sarah, smiling at the enthusiasm written on the woman’s face. “But slavers would expect a personal slave to perform…er…personal services for her masters quite often and in public.”
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Sarah’s smile faltered just a little. Tee-ani knew that Sarah loved her husband, and she could see the ideas bouncing through her head even before she opened her mouth to speak.
“Well, that makes it simple, then. Jordan and I will go to the planet, rescue G’baena, and be back in time for breakfast.” Nobody missed the quiet chuckle from her husband as he pulled her into his embrace.
“I thought you’d retired from undercover work,” he said
“Yeah, well I can un -retire for this mission. It’s important.”
“Okay, it’s settled then. Sarah and I will head to the planet in her courier ship as soon as we get close enough, we’ll—”
“Sarah,” Tee-ani began quietly, trying to convey her thoughts without actually blurting out personal medical information. “Do you think now might be a good time?”
Tee-ani was hard-pressed to keep from laughing when Sarah rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. “You just had to bring that up.”
“Bring what up?” Jordan’s voice was gruff, concerned, and for a heart-stopping moment, Tee-ani thought he might demand information from her. They may be millions of miles away from Earth, but she still held dear to the principles of doctor-patient confidentiality. Fortunately, he turned to his wife and smiled.
“Yes?”
Sarah nodded, an uncharacteristically shy smile spreading across her face before her husband lifted her up and spun around several times. Ben and Trey turned to Tee-ani, a mixture of bewilderment, anger, and confused happiness written on both their faces. Tee-ani just shrugged and turned back to the happy couple.
Jordan kissed his wife very thoroughly before turning his grin back to Tee-ani, Ben, and Trey. His smile faded and his arms tightened around his wife.
“We need a new plan.”
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51
Everyone nodded except for Sarah, who struggled out of his arms and glared at her husband. “No, we don’t. I’m not sick, I’m pregnant, and if you are going to start wrapping me in Pendarian safety foam we are going to have a really, really big
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