The Billionaire Wins the Game(53)

Lucas felt a bit better after talking with his father. He knew how much his parents loved Amy. He couldn’t have a single conversation with them without hearing them praising Amy about one thing or another. Amy could often be found at their house during the day, working on one thing or another for the baby.

His mother had also helped Amy finish the nursery. They’d made beautiful stencil designs on the walls and sewn curtains. He’d asked one day why she didn’t just go buy the items and she’d looked at him like he was a child. “It means so much more when they come from the heart. When our child grows up, she’ll know that her grandma and mom loved her so much they wanted to make her first room the best place ever,” she’d simply stated.

Lucas reached the airport and was in the air within thirty minutes of his arrival. “The flight will only take about forty minutes, Mr. Anderson,” came the pilot’s voice over the intercom. His attendant brought him a much needed drink once they were airborne.

He arranged transportation to his wife’s location to be waiting for him the minute he landed. He stepped off the jet and into an awaiting town car. He gave the driver the address and was horrified when he reached the destination.

He knew she was there, by seeing her car sitting out front, looking out of place

“Would you like for me to wait?” the driver asked.

Lucas handed him several bills, “No thanks. I have other transportation,” he said as he walked toward the front doors.

The clerk behind the filthy counter looked Lucas up and down in awe. “You looking for a room?” he asked looking past him. Lucas figured the man was looking for the cheap hooker he was planning on bringing there. Lucas wasn’t full of himself, but he also knew the guy didn’t get clients like him there, ever.

“My wife checked in here earlier today. I need to know which room she’s in. She’ll be checking out,” Lucas said with authority.

“I can’t give out information about my customers,” the man’s voice shook as he didn’t quite meet Lucas’s eyes.

Lucas was ready to grab the weasel of a man by the shirt and throw him against a wall but he knew if he remained calm he’d get his way more easily.

Lucas placed a hundred dollar bill on the counter and he saw the little man practically drool. “Amy Anderson’s room, please,” was all he said as he kept his fingers on the bill.

“She’s in room twelve,” the man said without any further argument. He handed Lucas the key and snatched the bill off the counter before the rich man could change his mind. Without another word, Lucas walked out and didn’t stop until he reached door twelve.

He stood listening and didn’t hear any sound, so he inserted the key and the knob turned easily. He started to push it open when a chain halted him. He peaked through the crack and saw her lying on the bed, shivering in her sleep, and curled into herself, with her hand protectively over her stomach.

Lucas pulled the door back toward him a few inches then gave it a quick jerk inward and the chain snapped without much effort. He was aghast at the lack of security in the building. Amy didn’t even wake as he stepped into the room.

The smell of the place was enough to turn his stomach. He needed to get her out of there fast, before there was any lasting damage to her and his child.

He sat on the side of the bed and gently shook her. Amy jerked awake and sat up, her eyes round with terror.

“Oh, thank goodness it’s only you, Lucas,” she said as her breathing came under control. Considering the area of town she was in, as well as the sleazy man at the front desk, he understood her uneasiness.

Her happiness of having it be him, and not the desk clerk, was quickly forgotten as she realized Lucas was sitting in her room.

“How did you get in here? How did you know where I was?” she questioned.

“There is tracking on your car, Amy, and before you start shouting about me spying on you, there’s tracking on all our vehicles. It’s a safety precaution in case any of them are stolen,” he held up his hand as he tried to delay the fight.

“I know you have a lot to say about what you think has happened, but I’m really uncomfortable with having you and my child in this unhealthy environment. I’ve already reserved a suite at the Valley River Inn, which is only a few miles from here. Let’s head over there, get some food and have our talk,” he said with his usual calm, commanding voice.

He didn’t wait for Amy to say anything. He just gathered her things, which was pretty minimal, considering nothing was unpacked. He walked her bag out the still open door and placed it in the rig.