Chapter 2

Brianna stepped off the elevator and turned right. Glancing down at the paper in her hand she checked the penthouse number again. She looked up and stared at the door. Her father's in there, she thought. Anxiousness, excitement, and a touch of fear coursed through her body.

Taking a deep, calming breath she lifted a hand to knock, "Brie, wait."

She turned to see Lorenzo getting off the elevator and walking to her, "Lorenzo, what are you doing here?" he asked him.

"I came here to stop you from making a mistake..."Brianna stepped off the elevator and turned right. Glancing down at the paper in her hand she checked the penthouse number again. She looked up and stared at the door. Her father's in there, she thought. Anxiousness, excitement, and a touch of fear coursed through her body. Taking a deep, calming breath she lifted a hand to knock, "Brie, wait."She turned to see Lorenzo getting off the elevator and walking to her, "Lorenzo, what are you doing here?" he asked him. "I came here to stop you from making a mistake..."

Nikolas turned as he poured himself some water when Emily came in. "Hey," Em said cheerfully and walked over to give him a kiss.

"Hey, where have you been," he asked him, turning to face her.

"I stopped at Kelley's on my way home from the hospital and ran into Lucky," she grabbed an apple from the coffee table and crunched into it.

"We started talking and he asked if I wanted to go to the park and grab some ice cream, so we went there and hung out," she finished plopping down on the couch flipping through a magazine.

Ice cream, he thought, with Lucky. The guy who's in love with her. "You don't remember do you?" he asked, his voice calm compared to the anger in his viens.

"Remember what?" she asked, her attention still on the magazine.

"What we're suppose to do at 3:30 today," he answered, voice still calm as he sipped his water.

Emily looked up the, thought for a moment, "No...I'm drawing a black here," she gave him a confused smile.

"Our marriage license," he said inpatient and anger showing in his voice and face now.

Remembrance flashed in her eyes as she covered her mouth with her hand, "Oh, no. Nik, I'm so sorry," she said standing from the couch, "I completely forgot."

"Obviously," he countered hotly.

"Lucky, and me we started talking and I just forgot---," she was cut off by his angry retort.

"Lucky," he yelled. "You've been spending a lot of time with my brother, Emily. What's going on between you two..."

Luke checked his watch for the fourth time that night, "Red! Hurry up, we're gonna be late for our reservations," he called up the stairs to his wife.

"Just a sec," he heard her yell.

"That's what she said a half an hour ago," he mumbled to himself.

No matter how long he's been married to Skye, he still didn't understand why she took three hours to get ready. God, he could pull his hair out. That would be an improvement though, he laughed at his own joke.

He turned when he heard her come down the stairs. His mouth dropped. Skye looked down at him in a deep blue halter-top dress with glittering sequence across the bodice. Her hair was pulled back and her makeup was flawless.

When she got to the bottom of the stairs she spun for him, "Mmm-Mmm Mmm, Red you look delicious," Luke said before grabbing her around the waist and started to kiss her neck.

She squealed as he hit the ticklish spot he knew drove her crazy. She slapped his hands away before they could get too busy on the straps of her dress, "Luke, stop. We got reservations and I'm hungry."

He groaned and pulled away, "Oh, all right."

She kissed him before grabbing her coat. He helped her put it on and they headed for the door. Luke rolled his eyes when the phone rang.

"I'll meet you in the car," he told Skye.

"Okay, hurry," Skye said and disappeared out the door.

Luke watched her go and shook his head in admiration. Rightfully so he was distracted when he answered the ringing phone, "Yeah, Spencer's."

"Is this Luke Spencer?" he heard a man say on the other line.

"Yeah, who wants to know."

"My name is Dr. Riley from the Institution of Shadybrook. I called because you were the contact for a Ms. Laura Spencer," he read from a file on his desk.

Luke throat dried up and he swallowed, "Yeah," he said.

"Well, Mr. Spencer. Ms Spencer escaped from her room about two hours ago. We have reason to believe that she might contact you," the doctor said.

In a daze, Luke dropped the phone in the cradle and stared off into space. Laura...