Page 25 of A Little Discovery

“Will it bother you more to find out they are missing or not knowing if Sabrina has something so important to you?” he asks me.

“Either is bad,” I shrug. “But if that bitch took my Gramp’s watch, I’ll kill her.”

The chuckle from the man holding me makes me realize I said that out loud. I guess I have my answer. I purse my lips together tightly to prevent any other unseemly outbursts from escaping. Mother would have a field day with my language today.

“Do you want me to open it?” he asks me, and I nod slowly. I don’t want the dizzies to come back. I might be brave enough to look, but not if I have to be the one to open it. When his hand starts to lift the lid, I can’t help it. I cover my eyes with my hands. If I don’t see them missing, I don’t have to make a decision about going back.

I feel Spencer’s hands pulling my arms away from my face, so I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m not ready to look. He can’t make me.

SPENCER

A part of me feels guilty for just bringing Lucky home without him knowing that he never actually agreed to stay here. Some ofthe guilt went away when I saw that the guys had already moved his stuff up to the room across from mine on the top floor while we were gone. Not having to argue with him about staying was a definite bright spot to the day I did not expect.

My phone alerts me to an email while I’m secretly watching the man unpack. Since he hasn’t shown any of the warning signs the doctor told us to look out for, I take the opportunity to check what the email is since it is the business email, not my personal one.

From: [email protected]

To: spencer@mr_wright_investigations.com

Subject: Regarding Carlisle v. Holloway

Greetings, Mr. Wright,

It has come to our attention that you never received the summons for the hearing of Carlisle v. Holloway in family court at the end of the previous month. Judge Roberts was greatly distressed at the revelations you made to the media before addressing them with the court. He would like to request a meeting to get further information on your findings in the investigation you were hired to conduct for Ms. Carlisle.

Please respond to this email or call to schedule an appointment. Jude Roberts has cleared his schedule for today to accommodate as this is time sensitive to his findings.

Looking forward to your response,

Alexandria Savage

Personal Assistant to Judge Michael Roberts

Well, this is happening faster than anticipated. I expected them to at least wait until Monday morning to contact me about Avery’s exclusive from Friday night. Pulling my door closed, I put the phone number from the email though the reverse number search that I have for my P.I. business. I wouldn’t put it past Sabrina to try and trick me with something like this, butthe number is legit. A little bit of digging and I confirm that Alex Savage is indeed the assistant to the judge who made the ruling on Lucky’s divorce. Having verified all of the information, I call the number.

“Alex Savage,” the voice on the other end answers. “Either you are Spencer Wright, or you have a death wish for interrupting my mimosa time. Which one is it?”

“Spencer Wright at your service,” I respond with a laugh. “I was not expecting to hear from anyone until tomorrow morning at the earliest. What time is the judge free? I have time, but I have to arrange for someone to be home with…”

I blank on what to refer to Lucky as. To me, he’s already mine. But he doesn’t know that yet, with or without the memory loss. I guess to others he would be a housemate? For now, at least that would be the best descriptor, but she doesn’t give me a chance to label it.

“I am aware that Mr. Holloway is staying at your residence, Mr. Wright,” Alex says into the silence. “The judge and I are also aware of the altercation at the hospital. I am a damn thorough assistant andthatis the reason he’s paying me out the ass to handle this on a weekend.”

Her brusque nature is refreshing.

“One of my housemates should be home shortly,” I say. “I can head out as soon as I know he’s here. I don’t want Mr. Holloway home alone, just in case.”

Alex gives me an address and says that Judge Roberts is scheduled to be there for the next two hours. If I can’t make it in that time frame, I’m supposed to text her so that she can find out where he is going to be. He is willing to work around myschedule. But he wants to have everything in order before the courts open on Monday morning.

I pop my head into Lucky’s room to tell him I have to step out, and his response has all the neurons in my body firing at once. I’ve never had that strong of a reaction to a guy calling me “Daddy” like I just had with Lucky. I’ve scened with other boys, even tried dating a few, but nothing has ever felt asrightas hearing that word falling from Lucky’s lips.

Seeing how distracted he is by his packing, I don’t think he is even aware of what he said, so I give him a gentle warning. Based on the lack of response, I’m pretty sure he isn’t even paying attention to me at this point.

When I try and get his focus on me, he spooks badly. When I ask if he’s scared of me, he assures me in the most adorable way that he’s not. Somehow, this man has started to fall into little headspace without ever having realized he is a little. Pulling him into my lap is both the greatest feeling ever, and one of the hardest things I’ve had to deal with. There’s a level of guilt sitting in my gut from him not having all of his memories. He was so mad at me when he ran off into the woods. Until he remembers that and why he was angry, I can’t let myself fully enjoy this.

When I open the lid of the box for him, he is just too cute covering his eyes. I gently pull his hands away from his face, only to discover his eyes squeezed shut, his face scrunched up like he’s sucking on a lemon. He is perfect in every way, and I just want to cuddle him forever.

“You have to look, Lucky-boy,” I lean down and whisper in his ear. “Only you will know if something is missing.”

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