“Any marriage plans?”

“We’re still taking it slow, and I don’t want to push her, since Jane needs to believe I’m always going to be there for her.”

“Because of that asshole ex of hers who ran out on her and the kids.”

“Yeah. But we’re talking about it. Actually, we talk about it a lot. I want to marry her and become a father to her kids. A legal father.”

“Is that even possible, given the fact no one can locate her ex?”

“It’s possible. We’re talking to an attorney who can get us a court date to have his parental rights permanently removed due to abandonment. But again, no rush on that. I don’t want to push Jane into anything she’s not ready for. It’ll all happen at some point. The most important thing is for her and me to get hitched so I can move in with her and the kids. We don’t feel it’s setting a good example for the kids for us to live together until we’re married, so we’re waiting. Which is hard.”

“I imagine it is.” He liked seeing Will happy and settled. Maybe it hadn’t worked out for Luke, but Jane was awesome, and he could definitely tell she was the right woman for his best friend. “I’m glad things are going well for you.”

“Me, too. How about you and Emma Burnett?”

Luke cocked a brow. “What about me and Emma?”

“Heard she was out at the ranch last weekend.”

“What the hell. Is my personal business published on Facebook or something?”

“Uh, not that I’m aware of. But maybe. I haven’t checked Hope’s town Facebook page yet.”

“Funny. How did you know Emma was at the ranch?”

“Jane told me.”

“Oh.”

Will shot him a wry grin. “Touchy, aren’t we?”

“Maybe a little. Everyone just seems to assume Emma and I are dating.”

“And you’re not.”

“No.”

“But you’d like to be.”

He paused. “Maybe. We’re taking things slow. Or maybe I’m taking things slow. I don’t know what the hell she’s doing.”

“Yeah, I understand that whole slow thing. But you know, a woman who’s worth it is worth going slow for.”

That was working for Will, but Luke wasn’t searching for the same happily-ever-after his best friend had found. He’d been down that road once before and had been whacked over the head with the reality stick. “I’m not looking for a relationship, you know.”

Will laughed. “Yeah, neither was I. Look at me now.”

After Will took off, Luke leaned back in his seat and watched the differing speed numbers tick off on his radar while trying not to think about Emma.

For someone who only had the intention of taking her on that one date, he’d sure been seeing—and thinking about her—a lot lately. He’d even gone to her parents’ house for dinner. What the hell was that about?

It had to be the whole physical-chemistry thing, and the fact he hadn’t been with another woman in a while. Maybe if he just went out with someone else, Emma would fade into the background.

Though he thought about her silky hair and that sexy smile and her body, and the way her lips curved when she smiled. And that laugh of hers that hit him like a vibration straight to his balls. Not to mention what it felt like to kiss her. And make love to her.

Yeah, no way Emma was going to fade into the background. She was on his mind all the time and it didn’t look like she was going anywhere.

He thought about the other women he knew, and he knew a lot of them.

There wasn’t a single one he thought about calling. Except Emma.

Not good.

His radar beeped and he caught sight of a truck blasting down the highway. A quick glance at his radar showed the truck doing a good fifteen miles over the speed limit. He hit the lights and sirens and pulled out, hitting the gas hard.

Oblivious to Luke coming up behind him, the truck kept speeding, barreling through what were fortunately green lights.

Someone was in a damn hurry.

He pulled up behind the truck, which looked vaguely familiar, and finally the driver grabbed a clue, slowed down, and pulled over. That’s when recognition set in and Luke’s lips curved into a smile. He got out, grabbing his ticket clipboard, and sauntered over to the driver’s side of the vehicle.

Emma rolled down her window, though she didn’t look sheepish or embarrassed. She looked damned annoyed.

“Luke.”

“Emma.

Seventy-five in a sixty.”

“I know. I have a heifer with birth complications, and I need to get there in a hurry.”

He leaned against the windowsill. “If I had a dollar for every time I heard that one.”

That at least got her to tilt her lips up a little. “I’m seriously sorry. I know I shouldn’t have been speeding, but if I don’t get there in a hurry, she’s going to die.”

He nodded, picking up on her distress. “Whose farm?”

“The Millers over on Route 45.”

He knew the Millers, had gone to school with their son, Jeremy. They lived just outside city limits.

Since he was getting off duty shortly anyway, he asked, “Do you know where it is?”

She waved a piece of paper at him. “I have directions.”

“It’s kind of complicated. I’ll show you. Follow me.”

“Great. Thanks.”

He headed back to his cruiser and led her the few miles out of town, right past the water tower and down the dirt road that led to the Miller’s farm. They pulled up in front of Fred and Abigail Miller’s place. Abigail was there waiting for them, worry etched across her face.

“Thanks for coming, Dr. Emma. Hi, Luke.”

“Mrs. Miller.”

“Abigail, please. I’m just so glad you’re here.”

She started moving away, so he followed behind Abigail and Emma, who were talking and walking at a brisk pace to the barn.

When they got there, one of the heifers was in obvious pain—indicated by the sounds she made. Fred was there with her. Emma put on her gloves and knelt down beside the cow.

“Looks like a uterine prolapse,” Emma said. “When did she calf?”

“A couple of hours ago. There’s been some bleeding. More so than would be usual,” Fred said.

Emma nodded, taking out tools. “We’ll need to turn her over. First I need to clean the uterus, then figure out where this bleeding is coming from.” She looked up at both Luke and Fred. “I’m going to need both of you to help, unless you need to leave?”

That she asked of Luke. “I’m off duty in thirty minutes. Unless I get a call, I can stay.”

It took a few hours for Emma to repair the tear in the cow’s uterus and fix it back in place. Cattle weren’t the easiest animals to hold, especially when you couldn’t knock them out. It required Luke and Fred to keep her in place. By the time she was finished, they were all covered in gunk that Luke didn’t even want to think about. He’d likely just toss this uniform.

Emma gave the cow antibiotics and vitamins, then checked out the calf.

“Mom and calf are going to be fine,” Emma said, removing her large-animal gloves. She went to the barn sink to wash up.

So did Luke.

Both Abigail and Fred shook Emma’s hand.

“Thank you,” Fred said. “We really didn’t want to lose this one.”

“Well, it doesn’t look like you’re going to, but call me if anything changes. Keep an eye on her tonight, though I’m sure she’s tired and she’ll rest.”

They walked out to the house. “Thanks, Dr. Emma. You, too, Luke. We appreciate you lending a helping hand,” Abigail said. “Since both the other clinic docs were unavailable, we didn’t know what to do.”

“It’s no problem. Call me anytime.”

Fred and Abigail went back to the barn. Luke turned to her with a satisfied grin.

She was obviously as pleased as he was with how well everything had turned out. “Thanks for staying. You were a big help.” Emma looked like she wanted to hug him, but they were both a mess, covered in mud and other animal grime.

“It’s no problem.”

She put her supplies back in her truck, then turned to him and offered a smile. “I promise to drive the speed limit all the way home, officer.”

“Yeah, about that. I know you get called out on emergencies sometimes, but if it hadn’t been me today, you might have been facing one hell of a speeding ticket.”

Her smile faded. “You’re right. In the future I’ll be more mindful of that. I was only thinking about the cow.”

He tipped her nose with his fingertip. “Think about your safety first.”

“Oooh, I get all tingly when you talk cop stuff and the law.”

He stepped closer. “Don’t tease me, Emma. I have handcuffs.”

Her eyes went dark. “Yeah? And you know what to do with them?”

In an instant, he’d jerked her against him. “If we weren’t standing in front of the Miller’s house right now, both of us covered in cow—whatever—I’d show you exactly what I could do with handcuffs.”

She swallowed. “Right. And I smell really bad, so don’t you think I should take a shower first?”

He laughed. “You’re right about that. We both need a shower.”

“And I owe you at least dinner for helping me out. And for not giving me a ticket.”

“I’ll take you up on that.”

“Meet me at my place in about an hour?”

“Sure.” He let go of her and climbed back in his cruiser. She followed behind him until they got on the main highway, where he noticed she drove the speed limit. He smiled at that. She turned off on the road leading to her house, and he went home and took a quick shower. After dumping his uniform in the trash, he changed into jeans and a T-shirt, then grabbed Boomer and headed out to Emma’s place.

On the way, he stopped at the liquor store for a bottle of wine.

She met him at the door wearing jeans and a button-down shirt. Her hair was still damp.