Luke watched her carefully. “Why is he after you, Emily? You haven’t explained that part to me.” He still wasn’t ready to accept his son was alive. There seemed to be huge gaps in Emily’s logic. If she hadn’t seen Lucky in five years, why would Faison want her? Why wouldn’t he be after somebody more closely related to Lucky?
“I told you he isn’t after me. It isn’t that simple.” Emily sighed. She hated repeating herself. It wasn’t getting them any closer to finding Lucky.
“And I asked you who he was after. You avoided the question.” Luke retorted. “Maybe because you don’t have an answer?” Luke tried to help Emily out of her delusions. He knew confronting her with the truth was hard, cruel even, but it was the only way she could get better. Lucky wasn’t alive and he had to help her realize that.
Emily gave a small dejected laugh. “God, Spencer, you really are stubborn. You can’t trust me.”
Luke laughed. He couldn’t trust anybody. “Give me a reason to start.”
Emily nodded. This was as good a time as any. She leaned over Luke’s desk and hit the intercom to page Claude. “Send him in.” She said simply before returning to her chair.
Luke looked from Emily to the door and back again. What could she possibly have? She said send him in… A person? She wanted help finding Lucky it couldn’t be him. Somebody else who had seen him, maybe? “Going to give me a hint, Darlin’?” Luke asked still perplexed by what her evidence might be.
“You will find out soon enough, Hon.” Emily retorted smugly.
Luke couldn’t keep the corners of his mouth from turning up. He always knew the kid had spunk. He was about to comment on that situation when the door opened. Luke looked up and saw Claude. He didn’t see the person with him. “Weren’t you supposed to be bringing somebody to me?” He asked his manager.
“What am I, invisible?” Came a small cocky voice four feet off the ground.
Luke leaned over his desk. He wasn’t expecting a midget. The sight of the boy took his breath away. The kid was young, maybe four, he had really light sandy brown blond hair… The color Lucky’s was before it started changing. Dressed in blue jeans and a flannel shirt thrown over a black tee-shirt, the boy more than reminded Luke of Lucky. “Cowboy.” He whispered softly then shook his head. No that wasn’t his son. “Who is he Emily?”
Emily smiled as she called the boy towards her. “You don’t see the resemblance?”
“I see it Emily, I am not blind. You just brought a very small Lucky impersonator into my office. I see it. I don’t see the point.” Luke wasn’t ready to admit the feeling he had in the core of his heart. He couldn’t give in that easily. He couldn’t bare it if he was wrong.
Emily pulled the child into her lap. “Sure you do, Luke. Look at him.”
Luke tried not too. The image hurt too much. He wanted to throw them both out of the office. He would get a drink, a bottle, and stop the pain. He promised Lesley Lu he would cut back. And he had… but this was too much.
Emily saw Luke reaching for the bottle at the edge of his desk. “Don’t Luke. We need you clear for this, Lucky needs you clear.”
Luke was about to go into a tirade. Who was she to tell him what Lucky needed. She could come in here with all the children she wanted but it didn’t change the fact that his son was dead. However, before he could start, he took a good look at the young man in Emily’s lap. It wasn’t the hair, the clothes, the cocky attitude, or the charming smile… They weren’t what bothered him. It was the eyes. The boy was staring at him with Lucky’s eyes.
Emily saw Luke’s pause and understood what he was thinking. “Are you okay?” She asked him, unable to read his emotions.
Luke blinked, refocused on the boy, and blinked again. “Is he?” Luke started but chocked up he couldn’t continue.
Emily thought of making some snappy comeback but thought the better of it. “He is your grandson. Lucky’s son.” She said simply.
Luke nodded. “Lucky, he really is alive.”
“And Faison is willing to do anything to capture Lucky, including harming his son.” Emily finished.
“So all we need to do is hide you and the kid, kill Faison and find Lucky.” Luke said with a broad grin. “My kind of game.”
Emily laughed. “That is why we came to you. How do we play?”
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