Page 33 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“Are we going back?” she finally asks, her voice coming out sad and small.
“Yes.”
She nods and goes to pick up her clothes off the floor, dragging around the white sheet she has wrapped around her body. Without another word to me, she walks back to the bedroom, and then I hear the bathroom door closing.
I could follow her, but I don’t want to talk about this right now. We have bigger problems than that. One being, who the fuck would know about Lala and her very small connection to me? Bricks’ name keeps on popping into my head. But who does he have working for him?
We don’t have any bags to pack, so all I have to do is sit around and wait for Emily while she gets cleaned up and dressed. That happens a lot faster than I’d have thought.
She gives me a stiff smile when she walks back into the living room.
“I’m ready.”
I walk toward her, loving how much shorter than me she is, and how she has to look up to meet my eyes. I grab her by the chin so she can’t move, and force her to stare at me.
“I love you.” My fingers squeeze a little harder with each word. “It’s up to you if you believe it or not.”
Her eyes automatically fill with water, breaking my heart at the sadness I see in them.
“I love you too, Puck,” she whispers. “So much.”
I press a hard kiss to her mouth, then grab her hand, and we walk outside. This was an absolute waste of an amazing suite. Devereux booked it for us, thinking we’d be here for a while. Not so much.
The ride back downstairs is a lot less eventful than the trip up had been. We don’t run into anyone who wants to give us trouble. The problem arises when we get into the lobby and I realize I don’t have a phone to call the driver.
“He’s right there,” Emily tugs at my hand and points toward the large sofa that resides in the middle of the lobby of the hotel. The driver is sitting on it and has already noticed us. He stands up and nods, then turns and walks outside without a word, leaving us no choice but to follow.
The car is at the curb and ready to go by the time we get there, and the trip back to the airport smooth. Everything is running like a well oiled machine when we get on the plane and take off, then land back in Montana hours later.
Emily has not said a word to me for the entire trip. She smiled at me with sadness every time our eyes met, but no actual words were exchanged.
Devereaux himself is waiting for us at the airport when we land.
“You’re going to a safe house,” he tells Emily as soon as we get close enough. “And congrats,” he smirks right after. “You’re a married woman now.”
“And a pregnant one as well,” Emily deadpans.
This will probably be the one and only time in my life that I will see Devereaux being surprised at this level.
“Ah, well, double the congratulatory wishes then, right?” He looks at me. “That was fast. You just got married hours ago.”
“It’s not his baby,” Emily decides to chime in again, her voice sounding robotic like.
Devereaux’s jaw clenches hard at hearing the news.
“We don’t know that for a fact,” I intervene. “A paternity test would be needed to prove that one way or another. But it won’t make a difference.”
Devereaux’s cold eyes take me in. “As far as what?”
“As far as claiming that baby as mine. He is mine no matter what.”
I see the small smile forming on his lips, and I think I even detect a bit of pride. He takes a step toward me and stretches his hand for me to shake.
“Welcome to the family, Mr. Puck.”
“Thank you, sir.”
I am not happy with how we got to this point, but I am happy that Emily is forever mine now.”
