Setting the phone down, Olivia replayed Slade’s last words. What had he said about Talia? Talia was gone? She snatched the phone back up and dialed a number she’d partially been punching in for several days. This time she hit the last number and let it ring.
When Gareth answered, her heart broke again as he filled her in on what had happened to Talia. Olivia’s mind raced-Talia needed to be with Micah as much as Micah needed that child. With a determined thank-you, Olivia hung up the phone then dialed her assistant again.
“Kim, cancel that Minneapolis flight. I’m going to New Orleans. I’ll still need a car but you can cancel the four-wheel drive.”
Chapter Ten
Micah shook his head as he helped Joie pick up luggage. They’d needed special assistance to get on and off the plane but Joie acted as if it were old hat. He supposed it was to her but he found it nerve-racking. All he wanted to do was to get to the hotel and then meet with his lawyers.
Two days before he could get in front of the judge. Not even having a shifter judge could take away the heavy case load. His lawyers had done everything they could and he supposed that in the legal world, this had been lightning fast.
Micah grabbed the twins, one under each arm, and headed out the door to hail a cab. A sharp whistle got his attention. The sight of the small, plump woman flagging him down from the old boat of a car was a welcome one.
“Kay, it’s good to see you. I wish the circumstances were better.” He released the wiggling children into the care of their great-godmother and turned to find Joie on his heels.
“Tante, sorry for the short notice. Here’s Emil. You kids behave now or I’ll feed you to the gators when I get home.” Gales of laughter gave proof to her parenting skills. Micah leaned down to Kay who bussed him on the cheek.
“Shaman, what you done got yourself into is not as bad as you think. I’ll be praying for you and that woman of yours.” Tante Kay gave him a wink and slipped back in behind the wheel.
“Joie, you tell that rascal of yours my boat needs a tune-up when he gets back, now, you hear? Now we’re going home and out of this noisy city.”
Micah got in line for a cab. All he wanted right now was to be back in the frigid Wisconsin weather. This so-called Louisiana cold didn’t qualify. He shrugged out of his leather jacket with a curse. Where had his life gone so wrong? From the carefully planned retirement to this insane grief he felt, Micah wondered if he was losing his mind.
Pain shook him. He needed Olivia badly. It wasn’t right for new mates to be apart. The bonding energy might never complete its cycle. He knew where she was though so that much of the bond had taken. Had hers? Did she feel him under her skin the way he did? Clenching his fist, Micah turned away from Joie so she wouldn’t see his anguish.
Finally they were next in line at the cab stand. Handing Joie in, he helped the driver load the luggage. Once he gave the address for the hotel, Micah leaned back with a sigh. His phone vibrating in his pocket jolted him out of his reverie.
“Why aren’t you here?”
Micah sighed into the phone. “Tony, I’m going to a hotel. I’m in no mood to be around others. You and Carly enjoy each other. I have to do this on my own. Thanks.”
Joie laid a hand on his shoulder. “Are you sure that’s a good thing? You know Slade and Tony have worked out their differences.”
“Yeah, I know, Joie, but I don’t want to bring them in on this. Carly’s trying to get her own clinic going and they’ve got the baby to rear. And I don’t want you in this either. I let you come with me because I knew I couldn’t stop you. But I can and I am putting my foot down here. This is my battle. Let me fight it on my own.”
The exasperated sigh from his side told him this wasn’t going to be easy. “Micah, you can’t do this on your own. You told me on the plane that they were taking the lone wolf angle on this. Don’t you see you are setting yourself up to fail? Are you really as stubborn as Malcolm?”
The words hurt but Micah ignored the pain. He had to do this on his own. Talia was his and he would retrieve her. He’d make the judge see that he was not a lone wolf just because he refused leadership of a Pack. That didn’t matter, he couldn’t let it matter.
Finally he got to the hotel and left a very unhappy Joie in the cab. He’d paid the fare to take her back to LaPlace. The prepaid tip had guaranteed the cabbie’s agreement to the out-of-area drive.
Throwing his coat down, Micah tipped the bellhop and closed the door more firmly than necessary. All he wanted was a few moments of peace and quiet. He had to think. Had to get his head on straight. His phone buzzed again, denying him that silence he sought.
“Micah Keeps Vigil,” he barked the words into the phone. “What?”
As his lawyer delivered the hearing details, Micah felt his knees go out from under him. The bed protested as he sat down heavily and he wondered if the Great Spirit were testing him for some reason.
The hearing would be held at the compound. Fist balled, he slammed it into his thigh. This was bad, very bad. Using Louisiana law and shifter authority, the Compound Pack lawyers named the hearing site using a little-known law about child custody hearings being held in nonthreatening venues.
“Hell.” Micah bit off the curse as he stood up to pace the room. He had to think. This changed everything. Looking at the phone on his bed like it was a snake, he realized he had to call for help. With the hearing being held at the compound, the Turn Skins would be out in force. He needed the backing of his Pack in spite of his desire to do it all himself.
Growling, he resisted picking the cell up immediately, knowing from past experience that in this mood he might crush it into useless bits. Micah hit his leg again and winced. Bruising himself was not going to help this situation. He’d lost Olivia. He would not lose Talia and not to the Compound Pack.
With a deep breath, he pulled in as much calm as he could, forcing the overwhelming desire to shred something to flow out on the exhalation. Five of those cleansing intakes and releases allowed him to gain a modicum of calm. He picked up the phone and started methodically going through his phonebook.
By midnight Micah knew he’d have friends at the hearing but he didn’t know if it would be enough. If the judge deemed him a lone wolf, he knew he would never be able to rear Talia and it would be at the whim of the Compound Pack shifters whether or not he could even visit his child. My child. Mine. The thought reverberated through him shaking him to his core.
When had this all happened? He tried to look backward to see if he could fit the pieces together, but when Olivia’s face floated in his memory, he closed his eyes. Thinking of her only hurt-his heart as well as other unanswered desires his body still demanded.
Newly mated shifters had a honeymoon period for a reason and he’d been denied his. If he’d been a different kind of wolf, he might have been able to hit a bar or call an old friend here in New Orleans to find temporary relief. But Micah had never been that kind.
A soft knock at the door put him on full alert. Who could be at the door at this hour? A quick scenting brought a smile to his face. He opened the door and dragged the visitor in.
“Tony!” Micah pounded his friend on the back. “I told you not to come. You are such a cat. You don’t listen worth a damn.”
“Dogs come when they’re called. Cats take a message.” The raven-haired man grinned as he quoted an old joke. “So what do we need to do to get ready for the day after tomorrow, Micah? Carly told me not to bother coming home until we had a strategy. She’d be here but she’s home with TJ.”