One Wild Night

chapter 785 Bothersome

785  Bothersome

Amy's mouth went dry at the realization that Lucas was standing outside.

Why? Why did he have to be here tonight of all nights? Amy mused, hating that Lucas would see her there.

Lucy didn't tell him anything about what was going on, did she? Amy mused, and then shook her head. Lucy had promised not to tell, and somehow she trusted Lucy.

Even though she would rather not open the door, after putting together the pieces of the conversation she had just heard, she could tell this was meant to be a surprise for Lucy, and she didn't want to ruin it, so she turned on the light and unlocked the door.

Lucas and Tyler who were just about to dial Lucy's line, looked up when the door suddenly opened.

"Lu…. Amy?" Lucas asked, shocked to see Amy standing there.

"Surpr…. That's not Lucy," Tyler said at the same time as Lucas.

"Hi! No, I'm not Lucy. Lucy is not here, but she was kind enough to let me spend the night at her place," Amy said, looking at Tyler without meeting Lucas' gaze.

"Oh, hello! I'm Tyler. Lucy's friend and Lucas' best friend," Tyler said and Amy nodded.

"You're welcome. Do you want to come in?" Amy asked, still not looking at Lucas who was staring at her with a frown.

"I don't know about you Luke, but I want to go in. Thanks," Tyler said to Amy as she stepped aside to let him in.

"Our surprise isn't ruined after all," Tyler said to Lucas who said nothing to Amy as he walked in.

"So it seems," Lucas said even though he seemed to be the one who had been surprised.

Amy was the last person he expected to see even though he had thought a lot about her in the last couple of weeks and had been curious to know how she was coping with the ill treatment from Miley's family and if her and Miley had gone ahead with the surrogacy plan and if she was pregnant.

"We seem to have interrupted you in the process of making dinner," Tyler said, eyeing the frying pan in her hand and wondering why he wasn't perceiving anything.

"No, I wasn't making dinner. I was going to hit you with this. I thought you were burglars," Amy blurted out, and then couldn't help feeling foolish as the words left her mouth.

"Burglars?" Tyler asked with a chuckle as he glanced at Lucas, and then it occurred to him that Lucas was yet to say anything, and the lady was yet to talk to Lucas either, even though it seemed like they knew each other.

"Sorry, I just realized that I didn't catch your name," Tyler said, since he had not caught the name Lucas mentioned earlier.

"Amy. I'm Amy. Amy Grant. Lucy's friend. I'm her secretary too, but it's easier to say her friend so you wouldn't start wondering why she let her secretary sleep over at her place," Amy blabbered, feeling uncomfortable because of Lucas' presence.

"I think I need to use the restroom. Can you direct me?" Tyler said, feeling the need to leave those two alone now that he realized who Amy was.

Lucas had told him about Amy and Miley, but he only just remembered her because she said she was Lucy's secretary. He knew just how worried and conflicted Lucas had been in the last couple of weeks thinking whether or not he should get involved and speak up on behalf of Amy to Miley's family.

Amy directed Tyler to the restroom she had used the first time she was there, and once he left, Amy remained where she stood as did Lucas.

Neither of them said a word for some time and when the silence was becoming too awkward, Amy decided to speak.

"I'm sorry about last time…."

"How are you?" Amy and Lucas asked at the same time, and Amy looked at Lucas, surprised and confused by his question.

"What?" She asked with a frown.

"You seem like you were crying," Lucas said, since that was the second thing he observed when he looked at her.

"Oh! I'm fine. I was just watching an emotional clip on my phone. I'm alright. I'm here because my apartment sort of got flooded. I unknowingly left the tap on in the morning and the whole place got flooded. I had no place to go so I came here," Amy lied, thinking fast on her feet.

Lucas did not believe a word she had. He did not believe her one bit, but he was willing to let her get away with her lie, "Next time if you think burglars are breaking in, you should call the police first," Lucas said, eyeing the pan in her hands, she seemed to have a violent streak, Lucas mused as he remembered how she had attacked him on the road the last time too.

Lucas couldn't help but feel grateful that the door had been locked from inside. He couldn't imagine the kind of damage the pan could have done had they walked into the house not knowing she was waiting for them with something like that. To think that Tyler had even suggested they pretend to be burglars to scare Lucy.

"I wouldn't have hit you with it had I known it was you," Amy said, as though she could read his mind, seeing how he was still staring at the pan.

"Of course, you wouldn't," Lucas murmured dryly.

"I'm sorry about what happened the last time," Amy said and Lucas raised a brow.

"What exactly are you sorry for?" He asked since he was no longer feeling as mad now as he had been then.

"For making such a selfish request. I should never have done that. I have no excuse for it. I'm sorry," Amy said and when Lucas merely stared at her without saying a word, she cleared her throat.

"Uhm, I should probably go drop this," Amy said and turned around to return to the kitchen while Lucas watched her, wondering what was really going on with her.

Did they chase her away from her house? And why did Lucy have to be so goddamned tightlipped about things? Why wouldn't she tell him if something was going on with Amy? Lucas mused, feeling frustrated by his concern for her and Miley.

Lucas stood in the parlor with his hands tucked in his pocket as he tried to make up his mind whether to ask her about Miley and see if she would confide in him about the situation or not.

Amy on the other hand stood in the kitchen after dropping the pan, and cussed herself for having the bad luck of getting into trouble with Malone just when Lucas was around.

Why couldn't they have met at a better time when she didn't have to lie and be such a blabbering fool?

And how did he notice that she had been crying anyway? She mused as she clicked on her phone's camera and raised her phone to her face to see how she looked so she could know exactly what Lucas had seen.

"I don't look so bad. How did he know I was crying?" She muttered to herself.

"You don't look bad at all," Tyler said from the doorway, making her jump since she had not noticed his presence.

"Do you know if there is any food in this place? I'm famished and I fear that I might die before any delivery person gets here with food," Tyler said, and Amy raised a brow.

"Are you indirectly asking me to fix you dinner?" She asked, and Tyler grinned.

"You caught me. I thought it would be best to ask indirectly so you don't wack my head with that. And just so you don't misunderstand me, I'm not asking for dinner because I think you are a lady and you should do the cooking. I don't mind cooking, but I'm really exhausted from the endless flight, and it's a miracle I'm still standing right now when I haven't had a decent sleep for over forty eight hours," Tyler said chattily while he used the time to look her over.

"Go get some rest. I will fix us something to eat and then we can leave for the hotel," Lucas said as he joined them.

Tyler opened his mouth to argue and remind Lucas that he was just as exhausted too and should get some rest, but on second thought decided to let Lucas do whatever he wanted.

"I'm not going to any hotel. We can move to the hotel tomorrow, but I'm not leaving the place this night. I'm dead on my feet already. You are going to have to drag my unconscious body out of here. I don't mind sleeping on the floor if I have to," Tyler said and returned to the living room, leaving Lucas and Amy alone.

"I will fix you both something to eat. You can go get some rest too," Amy suggested but Lucas said nothing as he looked at her.

"What?" Amy asked with a frown, wondering why he kept looking at her like he had something to say yet remained silent.

"Are you pregnant?" Lucas asked before he could stop himself.

Amy opened her mouth and then shut it, opened it again and then shut it so she could consider her response carefully.

"Why are you asking me that?" She asked with a frown.

"You look pale, you have circles under your eyes, you seem to have lost a lot of weight, and I'm curious if it's because you are pregnant or something else is responsible for it," Lucas said and Amy's frown deepened.

"Something else like what? And why are you curious about me?" Amy asked, choosing to avoid responding to his question.

"I don't know. You tell me," Lucas said and she frowned on confusion.

"Tell you what? Why you are curious about me or what?" She asked and Lucas couldn't help but be amused by her confusion.

"Well, if you have the answer to that, I would definitely like to know it," he said and she frowned, not getting what Lucas was up to or why he was suddenly being sort of friendly.

"How is Miley?" Lucas asked, changing the subject.

"Her health deteriorated so her parents flew her out of the country for treatment," Amy said easily.

"Oh, that's sad. Then I suppose you didn't go ahead with the surrogacy or getting her married as planned?" Lucas asked casually.

"No, we didn't. We decided to take your advise after all," Amy lied, and prayed that Lucy would never tell Lucas about Malone and everything else.

All she had to do was lie through this night, and by morning she will leave here and wouldn't have to face Lucas again after now.

"That's good. That means you are not pregnant," Lucas said and Amy frowned.

"We are back to that? Why do you seem concerned about that?" Amy asked, not understanding Lucas' sudden interest.

"Maybe it's the doctor in me. I don't like to see people looking so unhealthy. You look like you need to eat and you look ill," Lucas said and Amy resisted the urge to scowl at him.

"Thanks for your concern. Now will you let me fix you both something to eat, or do you want to do it yourself?" She asked, wanting to be left alone since he was making her feel uncomfortable.

"I will do it myself," Lucas said and she shrugged.

"Suit yourself then. I'm going to bed. Goodnight," Amy said and quickly headed for the door.

"Don't let Lucy know that I'm here," Lucas called after her as she left, and once she shut the bedroom door, Tyler who had heard their conversation from the living room went to join Lucas in the kitchen.

"Now that you know they didn't go along with their surrogacy plan, you can stop being worried about her," Tyler said from the doorway.

"I didn't believe anything else she said apart from the fact that Miley was flown out of the country, and that's only because we recommended the hospital to her family doctor," Lucas said and Tyler raised a brow.

"Why not?"

"I could tell she was lying. And the only reason she would lie is because she embarrassed. If they really took my advise as she said, she would have nothing to be embarrassed about," Lucas said reasonably.

"Do you still plan to see Miley's father before we return?" Tyler asked and he nodded.

"Yeah. I should clear the air with them on her behalf so I don't have to keep worrying about her. It's very bothersome and annoying," Lucas said before walking over to the refrigerator to find what he could use to fix dinner or maybe some leftovers he could heat up.