Saving Micah (Sequel to Conquering Jude) by Dakota Trace Page A

office door. She stirred but yelled instead. “Get your ass in here, Sampson.” She turned to Olivia. “I’ve told him a thousand times he doesn’t have to wait in the hall like a servant.”
     
    “And I’ve told you, Mistress, this is your domain, and I’ll treat you with the expected respect you deserve.” Sampson walked in carrying a huge silver tray loaded with an assortment of crackers, meats and cheeses. Behind him, Jude was holding a smaller tray with the largest pitcher of lemonade she’d ever seen.
     
    “Smart assed slave,” Brigit muttered. “I think you need another talk with the crop.” Her voice was teasing but Olivia saw Sampson’s eyes light up with hope. “Not now though. Sit.”
     
    “Yes, Mistress.” He set the tray of goodies on the low table in the center of the seating arrangement before folding his frame into the space between the settee and table. Jude followed suit, placing the tray of drinks before pressing his somewhat smaller frame between Olivia’s thighs. His head found its familiar spot touching just above her knee. She ran her fingers through his hair before resting her hand next to his head. She smiled when he pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist.
     
    Across the way, Brigit was doing much the same as her sub settled in. She rumpled his hair affectionately. Now Olivia could see why the man’s hair was in such disarray. His Mistress simply couldn’t keep her hands off it. Olivia could see the attraction but she preferred her men to have short hair or none at all – thinking of Micah’s closed shaved head.
     
    “Okay now that we’re all comfortable, let me tell you about what Sampson found out for us. The lines of information have been a bit sluggish but we think we’ve gotten a lead on the man who gave Micah’s attacker a guest pass for the club.”
     
    Olivia could feel the alert attention fill Jude. She sighed. Her sub was now burying deep under the protector-mode. Sometimes being his Mistress tried her patience. Good thing she loved him.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    “I still don’t see why I can’t go with Sampson on the stakeout.”
     
    Olivia sighed before glancing over at Jude. He was slumped in the passenger seat of the rental car, with a pout on his face. They’d just finished their trip to the Winn-Dixie and they had a cooler full of food and several bags of nonperishable goodies for their efforts. Including a new tube of lube – she had flushed when Jude had winked at her before tossing it into the basket. But now the flirtatious sub she’d seen in the store had taken a back seat to a pouting one. So far, she managed to enforce her will about wanting him with her and Micah at the safe house – but it had taken a shitload of reasoning on both her and Brigit’s parts.
     
    “I told you, pet, I need you with me and Micah.” She lifted a hand off the wheel and touched his arm. “I can’t do this without you. If we’re going to get him to come home to us, it’s going to take both of us to make it happen. After what happened, there’s sure to be issues. We already know how jumpy he is about letting you touch him.”
     
    “Unless I distract him first, like I did when I helped him put on his shoes.” His grumble and dark look made her want to pull the rental over and love on him ‘til he was no longer such a growly bear. But she knew she couldn’t. They’d left Micah alone at the not so tender mercies of Jude’s ranger buddy for as long as she dared. She wouldn’t be surprised if she walked into the safe house to find either Micah tied to a chair or Ethan with his head bashed in. For whatever reason, the two men had gotten along about as well as oil and water.
     
    But there was no other choice. I wasn’t going to leave Micah at the hospital while we visited Bête à Bon Dieu and picked up supplies. Leaving him alone long enough to retrieve our stuff from the hotel was hard enough. Now that he was back in her clutches,