One Wild Night

Marry Miley? Lucas repeated the words in his head as he looked at Amy, wondering if she had truly uttered the words or if someone else had said them. He didn't want to believe that she had just said those words to him despite everything he had said to her both in Heden and at the restaurant.

Amy shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she met his gaze. That hadn't come out right. That wasn't the way she had planned to say it in her head. Perhaps she should try another approach.

"It's not for free...."

"I beg your pardon?" Lucas asked in a slightly raised voice, and almost immediately Amy realized that she had said the wrong thing again and had just insulted him in the same manner he had insulted her earlier.

Judging by his tone, Amy could tell that he was on the verge of losing his temper, so she hesitated before speaking again, "Listen, I'm sorry, Lucas. I shouldn't have said that. I know I'm going about this the wrong way, and I understand that this is a lot to ask for but..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lucas rose from his seat, cutting her off, "No. I don't think so. You don't understand anything! If you did, you wouldn't be so bold as to make such a request in the first place," Lucas spat out angrily.

He couldn't believe the nerve of these women. He really couldn't!

She knew that it didn't make sense that she was making such a request from him. Ordinarily, she would never do something as shameless as this, but she would rather she did it on behalf of Miley and get a response from him than let Miley do it herself. She could handle Lucas' rejection, but Miley would be too sad.

Amy stood up and ran her hands down the side of her dress nervously, "Lucas, if it weren't so important to Miley I wouldn't ask you..."

"Of course, it is important to Miley! It always has to be about both of you and no one else, doesn't it? Tell me, what business of mine is it if this is important to Miley?" Lucas asked, and without waiting for her response he continued.

"Sure, she took me home when I was drunk even though she honestly didn't have to, but so what? Do I have to marry her because of that? Do I have to go through more emotional torture because she took me home that night?" Lucas yelled at her, unable to control his temper anymore.

Amy's brows pulled together, "No. You don't have to. That is not what I meant. She likes you..."

"So what if she likes me? Do you think she is the first lady to take interest in me? Do I have to get involved with her just because she likes me?" Lucas asked, and Amy swallowed as she shook her head.

"She is dying..."

"And somehow you think she is the first young lady I've met who is dying? Do you think death is such a big deal to someone like me who watches people die most times?" Lucas asked, not sure if his anger right now was just because of what Amy had said or if part of it was a transfer of his anger at Rachel.

Amy looked at him, not knowing what to say. The truth was that she understood him the same way she understood Miley. She was the one who had advised Miley at the salon some hours ago, not to pressure Lucas into doing anything if she really liked him. She had only asked him that on behalf of Miley and not because she really wanted him to do it. It would be weird for her to be a surrogate for Lucy's brother and Miley.

She would rather Miley's partner be a stranger she wouldn't have to deal with after the whole process, rather than Lucas who she would likely have reason to encounter again in the future.

"You know what I think? I think you all are a selfish lot. Right now I don't think there is any difference between both of you and Rachel. You all are the same. You only care about yourselves," Lucas said coldly, and Amy stepped back as though she had just been slapped on the face.

"Lucas I'm sorry..."

"Don't! Don't talk to me. I'm done here. I never want to have anything to do with any of you. Going forward I have no business with you. Stay away from me, and tell Miley not to call me or my sister either," Lucas warned as he headed for the door.

Amy watched him, not knowing whether to follow him and beg him to listen to her or just let him go.

Thinking that there was no need to part on bad terms with him, Amy ran after him to apologize to him, but her steps faltered when she saw Miley standing just outside the door.

Judging by the stunned look on her face, it seemed like she had heard everything they said, or at least most of it.

Ignoring her, Amy ran past her to stop Lucas who had already gotten into his car and was reversing the car.

She waved at him to stop and called out after him, but Lucas ignored her as he drove off. As far as he was concerned, he was done with them. There was no way he was going to have anything to do with selfish women like them ever again. He and his family had been burned once by one, and he would be a fool if he walked that path again.

He was still fuming as he drove, and he glared at his phone when it started ringing, thinking it was a call from Amy or Miley, but when he saw that the call was from a foreign number, he quickly connected it to the car's Bluetooth device and received it.

"Dr. Luca," a familiar masculine voice at the other end of the line drawled in a teasing tone, and Lucas who had been fuming a second again, found himself grinning in disbelief.

Only one young man called him Luca. "Dr. Ty? For real? Tyler?" Lucas asked, eliciting a chuckle from Tyler.

"Sup man? Judging by your excitement you must have missed me a lot, huh?" Tyler asked in amusement.

"Where have you been? And why didn't you respond to any of my emails?" Lucas asked with mild annoyance now.

"I'm sorry, man. I lost my phone shortly after I left the country, and I couldn't access my email account either so I didn't see any of your emails," Tyler said, and Lucas raised a brow.

"How then did you get my number now? Don't tell me you came into the country and left without seeing me?" Lucas asked suspiciously, and Tyler sighed.

"I was hoping to catch up on lost times before getting into that," Tyler said, and Lucas' brow shot up.

"Getting into what?" Lucas asked, his interest piqued.

"Before that, tell me something. How is Princess Lu? I've really missed the both of you," Tyler said, and Lucas smiled at the fond name Tyler still used to address Lucy.

"She is fine. Doing quite well for herself. Now tell me," Lucas urged.

"It was Rachel. She called me," Tyler said, and Lucas' brows pulled together in confusion.