Page 48 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
Devereaux was my grandmother’s maiden name. A name she hadn’t used since way before my father was born.
“Yes, sir,” Puck assures my father of God knows what. “No, sir.” Again, he stops to listen. “Will do, sir.” Then, he hangs up.
“What was that all about?” I ask when he throws my phone on the bed, then looks around the room.
“We need to get you out of here and to that attorney, stat,” Puck tells me in a rushed tone. “Get dressed, we’re wasting time.”
He is so different than the sweet man he was to me last night, I don’t know what to do with myself. I pick up my clothes and rush back to the bathroom to get dressed in there. Being naked in front of Puck is suddenly not as sexy as it was last night and part of this morning.
With shaky hands, I put on the matching set of panties and bra, then pull my skirt up and add the dressy shirt I brought with me. I just need my pair of heels, and I am good to go.
A glance in the mirror tells me that I also need to put some makeup on. It is a definite must.
“Ready to go?” Puck calls from the bedroom. I walk out there, all thoughts of makeup forgotten.
I am picking my jaw off the ground when I see Puck. He looks so handsome in his slacks and button down shirt, expensive loafers on his feet, hair sleeked back.
“You look like a movie star,” I blurt out before I know any better.
“Yeah?” he smirks my way, checking his pockets to make sure he has everything he needs. “Those asshole movie stars have nothing on me, babe.”
I roll my eyes and walk to where my shoes are. I’m so happy I brought a pair of heels with me. As soon as I put them on, I feel instantly more confident.
“Let’s go if we’re going.” It is my turn to tease Puck now. I grab my purse and throw him a kiss on my way to the door. He only shakes his head and rolls his eyes in amusement.
We walk together toward the elevators. I almost let out a grin when Puck grabs my hand, a little aggressively I might add, when he sees this one guy looking me up and down. I just smile and shrug.
The trip downstairs is uneventful. We walk across the lobby, with me having a hard time keeping up with Puck.
“You walk too fast,” I pull at his hand. “I’m going to break my neck in these.” I point at my high heeled shoes and wait for him to slow down.
“We don’t want to be late, babe,” he murmurs in the corner of his mouth, then almost pushes me through the doors and out of the building, one hand on my back.
“We have plenty of time,” I assure him with confidence. “And you promised me breakfast.” I assumed it would be somewhere here, but he drags me across the street to the small coffee shop there.
“Everything okay?” I eye him with worry. He’s not acting like himself, or at least not like he has during our time together so far.
“Yeah,” Puck nods. “I…”
A large truck, like an armory vehicle, pulls to the curb outside the hotel, followed by two others. I freeze in my spot by a table in spite of Puck trying to get me going.
“Let’s sit, babe, we are in the way.”
I don’t even bother to listen to him. Instead, I watch in fascination when what seem to be S.W.A.T. officers jump out of the vehicles, then rush the people inside the lobby of the hotel.
“Emily,” Puck pulls at my arm, and I am ready to give in and look at him when something catches my attention.
“Someone is getting arrested in there,” I gasp in shock. I have never seen anything like this in my life. It’s like we are in a movie.
“None of our business,” Puck informs me in a cool tone. But then I see his friend, Blake Sully, standing in the middle of the lobby with some other giant guy, both with their hands up in the air.
“Oh my god,” I yelp when they are being pushed to the ground.
“Fuck,” Puck mumbles from next to me. “I knew we should’ve left five minutes earlier.”
“Puck,” I blindly grab at his arm. No way I can take my eyes off what’s happening in front of me. “Your friend is…”
“I know,” he sighs.
