Luke grinned at how sexy she looked. “Hi, Matt; I didn’t know lawyers made house calls.”
“You’re looking great, Emily,” said Matt.
“Nah. I’m a whale and I know it. But at least it’s not a permanent condition.”
“Em!” Luke said laughing. “You’re tiny! You just think you’re big.” He walked over and kissed her. “You look gorgeous.” He nodded at the sofa. “Sit and I’ll get you something to drink. Matt, have a seat too. We’ve got a pizza due here any minute.”
“I don’t want to impose.”
“Not at all!” Emily patted Matt’s arm and pointed to the recliner. “You come to an Irish woman’s house and you’ll get fed. If you don’t eat, it’s your own damn fault. At least that’s what my mother always said.”
Matt grinned widely. “I swear if you weren’t taken, I’d take you off the market myself.”
“Hey, stop flirting with my wife,” complained Luke with a crooked smile.
“Got to keep the skills up somehow. I’m too buried in the office for much of a social life. You’re too damned lucky, Luke.” Matt winked at Emily and she chuckled.
The doorbell chimed again.
“That better be the pizza,” Luke joked. In short order, he brought two boxes to the coffee table. “Sausage and peppers, and a white pizza,” he said, pointing to the boxes.
“White pizza?” said Matt.
“It’s yummy,” said Emily. “Lots of garlic and parmesan cheese.”
Matt shrugged off his charcoal gray suit jacket and laid it across the wide back of the upholstered chair. With a smile, he lifted the cover of one of the boxes. “Well, if it’s from Jimmy’s, it’s got to be good.”
Luke brought over a couple of beers and handed one to Matt. He handed a lemonade to Emily, and dumped paper plates and napkins on the coffee table. “It’s been a day, so we’re casual tonight.”
“I didn’t expect dinner, so this is a treat.”
Luke sank down in the sofa next to Emily and popped the cap off of his beer. He waited till Matt had his pizza. “So that agent had some pretty dire things to say about my case.”
“They aren’t known,” said Matt, “for their warm and caring personalities. They like to scare people, usually to try to get them say things that will count against the immigrant.”
Luke scowled. “Funny. I don’t feel like an immigrant.”
“Your father did you no favors for doing things like he did. That counts against you. But the government is not living up to their old promises, which should work for you.”
“Will it?” said Emily.
“I won’t lie to you, Emily. Luke’s case is unusual, and immigration doesn’t like unusual. If the DEA doesn’t step up for Luke, he may have to go to Mexico. There are some nice cities, and I hear Hermisillo is a lot like Tucson.”
“I have no interest in living in Mexico,” said Luke. “I’d rather go to Canada.”
“Wouldn’t we all,” said Matt with a chuckle. He tipped back his beer and took a long sip.
“Well,” said Emily, “I don’t want to go to either place. When I was in California, a few friends and I went to Mexico for spring break. I’m not eager to repeat that experience. And Canada? I would miss my mother and sister and our friends. Luke would miss his brothers in Hades’ Spawn. Moving is not a good solution.”
“Canada’s not an option without papers either.” Stone nodded his head, but Luke could see the wheels turning in the lawyer’s mind. They might not have any choice about the matter. “You should both try to get passports just in case. Luke, you’ll need to go the Mexican consulate, but Emily you can just go to any U. S. Post Office. It’ll be easier to move around, should Luke get deported, if you have your passports. Luke, you could possibly go to another country if you don’t want to stay in Mexico, and Emily, you’ll be able to follow Luke.”
Emily sighed, and Luke put his arm around her.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m sure it won’t come to that.”
“But