Jaci Burton - Hope Flames

And didn’t that thought tighten his gut even more?

“How did it go?” he asked as she plopped down on the sofa to plant a kiss on his lips.

She grinned. “I passed with flying colors, of course. I even placed all my bullets on the bad guy in the target. I’ll have my gun license as soon as all the paperwork is processed and the required fees are paid.”

He pulled her onto his lap. “Congratulations. I knew you could do it.”

“The rules and law part of the class was pretty interesting. Dry at times, but interesting nonetheless. And how did you guys do tonight?”

“We watched a baseball game and then played catch in the backyard. Annie ate part of a tennis ball.”

“Of course she did.” Emma glared at Annie, who leaped on the sofa to launch herself onto both their laps.

“Annie. Off.” Emma shooed her off the sofa. “I don’t know where she developed such a bad habit.”

“Huh. No idea.”

Emma gave him a dubious look. “Tell me you’re not letting her up on the sofa.”

“Okay. I won’t tell you.”

She shook her head. “I need a pop. Would you like something?”

“Kitchen sex would be great, thanks.”

She laughed and got up. “Wasn’t what I was offering. I’m just going for the pop for now. You’ll get sex later.”

He grinned. She grabbed something to drink, then filled him in on the class, while he told her about his day and the sting operation they were setting up for the robbery suspect.

“That sounds intriguing. And dangerous.”

“It won’t be dangerous. Except maybe for the suspect. For obvious reasons, you can’t repeat this to anyone. Not even Jane and Chelsea.”

“Obviously. I won’t tell a soul. I do want you to be careful. I never saw the guy with a gun, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have one.”

“And I won’t be the only one inside the pharmacy. Trust me, we’ll be well protected.”

She laid her head on his chest. “I hope so. I’ve kind of grown accustomed to seeing you here every day.”

He put his arm around her and stared at the TV. “Yeah, I’ve kind of gotten used to being here.”

And once again, the conversation stopped, neither of them willing to have that oh-so-important talk about oh-so-important things.

One of these days, though, all those critical topics were going to get discussed.

EMMA WAS SCHEDULED to have a late girls’ night with Jane and Chelsea on Thursday, but she was a nervous wreck. She knew all she’d be thinking about was Luke, holed up at the pharmacy, lying in wait for the suspect, and she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything Jane and Chelsea said. Then they’d ask her what was wrong, and she’d have to lie.

She hated lying. So she called them up and . . . basically lied, telling them she had a lot of paperwork to catch up on, so they’d have to reschedule. After the clinic closed at eight, she came home and snuggled with the dogs, trying to concentrate on television, though she found herself repeatedly getting up to pace. So she decided to read a book, but she couldn’t concentrate and kept reading the same paragraph over and over, which ended up frustrating her. Putting the book aside, she took the dogs outside and let them run off some energy, which did nothing for her own stress level.

She knew she wouldn’t hear from Luke for a while yet. He wouldn’t call while they staked out the place. And if they did manage to catch the guy, he might not call, because he’d be too busy wrapping up the case.

Which meant she had nothing to do but sit at home and . . . stress.

Ugh.

When her phone rang, she ran to answer it.

It wasn’t Luke. It was Ellen Andrews, whose poodle, Nina, had gotten attacked by a much larger dog. Ellen was hysterical because Nina was bleeding and weak.

“I’ll meet you at the clinic in ten minutes, Ellen. Do what you can to stop the bleeding by putting towels or bandages on the wounds and compressing on them. Do you have someone to drive you?”

“Y-yes. My husband Zane will drive.”

“I’ll see you there shortly.”

She slid into her shoes and grabbed her keys, then ran out the door to her truck. Within less than ten minutes she was at the clinic. Ellen and Zane were there with Nina a few minutes later.

Ellen looked a wreck, her cheeks streaked with tears. She was shaking as they brought Nina to the exam room. Emma gloved up and removed the towels Ellen had wrapped her in so she could examine her.

Yeah, some dog had bitten Nina pretty badly.

“I’m going to clean her up and get her stitched,” Emma explained. “Why don’t the two of you go out to the waiting room. There’s a coffeepot out there, and water in the nearby kitchen off to the right. You can make yourself a pot if you’d like.”

Zane put his arm around Ellen. “I’ll take care of that. Thanks, Dr. Emma.”

Emma scooped up Nina and took her into the OR, anesthetized her, then started prepping her. Once Nina was out, she shaved the areas that needed suturing and got those spots cleaned up, much easier now that the poodle wasn’t quivering in pain.

“Poor baby,” Emma said, running her gloved hands over the dog. “Some dogs are just mean, aren’t they?”

Emma got Nina sewed up, checked her for any other signs of injury, then gave her a shot to ward off infection.

She went out to the waiting area. “She’s going to be fine, but she’s still anesthetized, and I’ve got her hooked up to fluids. I’d like to keep her here overnight.”

“We’ve warned the neighbors about their dog, but they ignored us,” Zane said. “We called the police, and the dog has been confiscated. At least he’s updated on shots so we don’t have to worry about rabies.”

“That’s good news. And don’t worry about Nina. She’s going to be okay. She’ll sleep all night, and you can come by in the morning to pick her up.”

Ellen took her hands. “Thank you for saving her life.”

“You’re welcome. Now both of you, go home and get some sleep. Your baby will be okay here.”

After Ellen and Zane left, Emma stretched and looked up at the clock over the reception desk.

Ten thirty. She blew out a breath and went to check on Nina. In her cage, she was asleep, her vitals normal. She went into the OR to start cleaning up the mess from the surgery, not wanting to leave it for Leanne to deal with in the morning.

When she heard the bumping noise, she thought maybe it was Nina waking up and fighting the anesthesia, so she went to investigate.

And came face-to-face with her worst nightmare. Someone she’d hoped to never see again.

Vaughn.

SITTING IN THE dark in a tiny pharmacy for hours was boring as hell. At least Luke wasn’t alone. Evan was on the inside with him, and they had the four guys staked out on the outside in constant communication.

They couldn’t even get up and wander around. The pharmacy was well lit from the outside lights, and they’d cast shadows if anyone was looking inside. They wouldn’t want the suspect to peer inside and see movement, which meant they either had to crouch and move, or crawl around on the floor.

Damned uncomfortable. And they’d been there for two and a half hours already.

“Anything?” he asked.

“Nothing here,” Steve said. “Someone just sped down the highway. Clocked him doing twenty miles over the limit. Too bad we can’t go after him.”

Luke looked over at Evan, who rolled his eyes. “Steve lives for writing tickets.”

“Who the hell likes to write tickets? It’s a pain in the ass.”

“Steve does,” Evan said, unwrapping a candy bar he’d stuffed into his pocket. “Don’t ask me why.”

“We have movement out here.”

“What kind of movement?” Luke shot back.

“He came from behind the housing addition. Skulking up the street. Wearing a backpack, staying in the shadows, hands in his pockets. He’s heading for the back of the shopping center.”

Tensing, Luke was on full alert now. He looked at Evan. “Let’s head to the back of the store.”

Evan gave a short nod and they crouched low, staying out of sight of the windows.

Evan took up position just inside the drug-supply area, while Luke stood right by the counter, ready to surprise the would-be burglar. Boomer was with him, staying right by his side, not making a sound.

“Oh. False alarm. He’s just walking past the store.”

Defeated, Luke’s shoulders slumped. He gave Boomer the stand down command, and Boomer lay down.

“Well, that was a letdown,” Evan said.

“No shit.”

An hour later, they decided to call it a night. The suspect’s typical MO was to hit early, and it was almost eleven.

“Sorry, guys. I thought this one would pan out,” Luke said on his mic.

“We’ll get him at some point,” Steve said.

Luke wrapped everything up, locked up and rearmed the store, then headed to his cruiser. He drove to Emma’s, surprised to see all her lights still on.

Daisy greeted him at the door, and Annie was out of her cage. Boomer greeted the other dogs.

“Where is she, girls?” he said, petting them both and heading to the bedroom.

“Emma?”

No answer. He went into the bathroom, but she wasn’t there.

Huh. She wasn’t in the house, but the dogs were. That was unusual. He took out his phone to call her, but it rang, and she didn’t answer.

She must have gotten an emergency call at the clinic. Still, she would answer if he called.

He shouldn’t worry about her. She was fine.

Still, it was late. Maybe if she had a call, she’d be tired. And maybe hungry. He was sure hungry.