Vegas Moon by R. M. Sotera Page A

arrive.
    “Are our men going to be all right in there? Alone. With her?” Mia plopped down on the porch step and folded her hands in her lap.
    Cindi sat beside her. “It’s Jordan and Tristan. She’s probably tied up by now, and don’t forget your hubby has her at gunpoint.”
    Mia blew out a breath. “Yeah and at blood Master Dom point.”
    Wanting to reassure her best friend that it wasn’t what it appeared, she slid her arm around her and pulled her close. “Girlfriend, you know I’d never lie to you. Hell, and you know I’d maim anyone male or female that tried to hurt you. It isn’t what you fear. Jordan’s controlling the situation the only way he could think.”
    After further reflection on Cindi’s words, Mia let a slight smile change her serious expression. “Yeah. You’re right.”
    “Of course I am. And by the way, It’s blood-play Master. Your hubby is all that, but a Dom he’s not.”
    Mia giggled, a sound that made Cindi downright happy to hear. “Thanks for making me feel better. For helping me to understand.”
    “You bet. That man loves you more than anything. Don’t you ever forget it.”
    A slight breeze sent the thick smell of jasmine through the air. Cindi took in a long breath, letting the sweet floral smell fill her nostrils.
    Mia patted Cindi’s thigh. “And what about that man that loves you more than anything? Are you going to completely give into his charms? Admit how you really feel about him?”
    A poignant moment it was. Was she going to admit how she felt about Tristan? Ever?
    She covered her hand over Mia’s. “I don’t know. I guess time will tell.”
    And with that answer, she sat with Mia, both of them engrossed in the sounds of nature and approaching sirens.
    Victoria and Jamison had returned just as the police department pulled away with Kathy in the backseat and Jordan in the front of the cruiser. Jordan decided to go along with law enforcement since Kathy had continued to respond only to him. Tristan and Cindi had filled Victoria and Jamison in on what went down—Mia’s stalker being another of Jordan’s ex-lover’s—before the verbal tongue lashing they’d received for not calling them to come back to the condo when the event happened. When it came to how Jordan apprehended Kathy, both Tristan and Cindi tried to ease over the details only to have Mia spill every detail. Her anger and confusion had calmed, but there was still unrest in her tone.
    Victoria studied Mia a short few minutes before a compassionate smile swept across her face. “Mia, why don’t the two of us have lunch. I’m hungry, are you?”
    Cindi went to open her mouth only to have Victoria give her a small warning with the shake of her head. Then she whispered, “Let her come with me. I can help her.”
    Jamison titled his head in agreement.
    Perhaps Victoria was right. Cindi racked her brain for what she’d really say to her best friend when they were alone just the two of them, about what went down in the house between Jordan and Kathy. It was blatantly obvious that Kathy is still in love with Jordan., and that Jordan still had a hold on her. It was always public knowledge, well known within the Sanction, that Jordan was a sort of Master in the blood-play room, but what happened here today was more than what went on behind the closed doors of Stiletto Sanction. She did try her best earlier to ease Mia’s mind, to somehow make her understand the situation even if it was temporary. Would her best friend ever be safe from the skeletons in Jordan’s closet?
    “I’m really not hungry.” Mia glanced toward the house. “I’m tired.”
    Victoria walked across the porch until she was next to Mia. “You don’t have to eat. I’d like to show you something. Something that I think will help you understand what happened here today.”
    “Something that will help me to understand my husband’s Dom tendencies? Oh wait, I mean blood-play Master tendencies.” Her sarcastic whisper