What happened next? Now what was going to happen between the two of them?
“I had a fun weekend with you,” she said as she walked with him to the door.
He pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her. “Me, too.”
The question hovered on her lips, but she refused to ask it. Instead, she brushed his hair off his forehead. “Get some sleep.”
“You, too.” He kissed her, and not a quick good-bye peck, but a bone-melting, deep kiss that curled her toes and woke up everything female within her. A kiss that made her want to ask him to come inside and crawl between the sheets with her so she could have him one more time before this idyllic weekend came to a final close.
Instead, he took a step back after the kiss and took a deep breath. “I really should get out of here, before I ask you to let me stay.”
And she took a deep breath. “You really should go, before I ask you to stay.”
He cocked a half-smile. “’Night, Emma.”
“Good night, Luke.”
He turned and headed back to his truck. Emma shut the door, the dogs sitting there, watching her.
“Come on, girls. I need some Tylenol and my bed. We’ll worry about everything else tomorrow.”
Chapter 21
LUKE WALKED THE Whitehall Pharmacy with a grimace.
The pharmacy had been burglarized late the previous night, the alarm dismantled, and the back door expertly jimmied.
It was the same MO as the other burglaries. They’d gone after the narcotics, and this time they’d scored a decent hit. According to Edgar Whitehall’s inventory, there was more to this than just a junkie scoring drugs for the next high. They’d taken some heavy-duty narcotics, and a large quantity.
“It might be someone trying to score a fix, but I don’t think so,” Luke said to Pete Little, his captain, who’d shown up to review the scene. “This looks too well done. A junkie is going to do a smash-and-grab. Get in and get out in a hurry so he doesn’t get caught. Like we saw over at Emma Burnett’s place.”
Pete nodded and wandered through the back of the pharmacy. “And you think that was mostly because Miss Burnett was on the scene at the time, not because they were in a hurry to snatch whatever drugs they could get their hands on and hightail it out of there?”
“Yes, sir. It’s looking like this might be someone more sophisticated. No one getting high on the drugs he grabs would be this efficient. They wouldn’t care about the alarm or the way they’re bypassing the security systems. They’d just bash in a window or break down the door, grab whatever they could, and get out. You know the mind-set when they’re toasted.”
Luke walked the captain toward the video-surveillance equipment. “They even knew to disable video surveillance. Most of our local junkies wouldn’t even be aware of that or would just wear a hoodie to hide their faces. This is someone who knows what he’s doing.”
His captain nodded. “So what are your thoughts?”
He liked his captain, liked that he wanted his officers to do the investigating. “I’m thinking this is maybe an after-market job. They snatch the drugs, then resell them rather than use them. With the quantities they’re taking, it makes sense.”
“It does. Have you checked out recent drug offenders on parole in the area?”
“We have. None of them have the smarts or the background to pull off something like what’s been happening here. But we’re still checking alibis for the nights in question.”
“We’ve checked in with surrounding cities and counties,” Pete said. “It’s confined to Hope, so it’s someone local.”
“Or someone who wants us to think they’re local,” Luke said. “I wouldn’t put it past an outsider to be targeting our area. A lot of people believe small towns are an easy target.”
“You have a point, McCormack. Follow up on your leads and trust your instincts. This is becoming a pattern in our town, and I don’t want it to continue. Let’s find out who’s doing this and put a stop to it.”
“Yes, sir.”
There were distinct advantages and disadvantages to working for a small-town police force. The biggest advantage was the level of autonomy you got. Because you had a limited staff, you got to do a lot yourself. The biggest disadvantage was all the shit you had to do yourself because of the limited staff. Which meant Luke spent the next several days tracking down and interviewing parolees, checking out alibis, and working with other jurisdictions to see if they had anyone who might fit the MO of these crimes.
Which meant he’d worked a shit ton of double shifts. Not that he minded. He wanted to catch this as**ole as much as everyone else on the force did. The last thing Hope needed was a new dealer out hawking the latest in narcotics outside the local middle schools. He’d work whatever hours needed to put this dickhead behind bars.
But working these hours meant he’d had absolutely zero time to see Emma. When he got off work, he managed a cold sandwich and a beer, and then he’d fall face-first into his bed, where it seemed as if only an hour later his alarm was ringing and he had to be back on the job again.
Of course, this was what he wanted, wasn’t it? A fling with Emma, get her into his bed, then forget about her. Get her out of his system.
The problem was, after the long weekend they’d spent together, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Everything about her still lingered—the way she laughed, the way she smelled, the way she tasted, the way she moved when he was inside her.
And getting a hard-on when in his police car might just get him fired, especially if his captain or one of his fellow officers happened to come by while he was sitting in the parking lot of Bert’s diner waiting for Anita to bring his to-go order out. He’d already missed lunch, and since he’d be working another double shift, he’d be damned if he’d miss dinner.
When Emma pulled in next to him, along with Jane and Chelsea, he didn’t know whether to hide his face or get out and pull her into his arms so he could tell her how much he’d missed her.
She smiled and waved, started to go inside, but then paused, said something to Jane and Chelsea, then came over to his car. She leaned over, and he breathed her in.
Sweet. Like citrus fruit. He had a sudden urge to lick her neck.
“Hi, stranger,” she said, smiling at him. She obviously wasn’t pissed at him like she should be.
“Hi, yourself. You probably think I’m a giant douchebag.”
She laughed. “Why? Did you do something wrong?”
“I haven’t called you in a week. I’m sorry, Emma.”
“I don’t think you need to be sorry. I heard about the latest break-in at the Whitehall pharmacy. I’ve also heard you’re all pulling double shifts. It’s a wonder you’re even allowed to sleep. I think I’m the last thing on your priority list right now.”
She understood. She didn’t hate him. “This is one time I’m glad for the Hope grapevine.”
“Are you sure? Because they’re also talking about the weekend you and I spent at the lake together.”
“They are, huh? And what are they saying?”
“That I’ll likely be pregnant before fall, it’ll be a huge scandal, and there’ll be a shotgun wedding.”
He choked out a laugh. “Seriously?”
“I never joke about shotgun weddings. Luckily for you, my father doesn’t own a shotgun.”
“Wow. The rumor mill is really cranking it up, aren’t they?”
“Well, they have to have something to talk about. Fortunately, the gossip about our torrid weekend together is neck and neck with the drug burglaries, so at least we’re not the only thing people are gossiping about.”
Anita came out, and just the sight of her and that brown paper bag made his stomach grumble.
Emma stepped aside.
“Here you go, Luke,” Anita said.
“Thanks, Anita.” He handed her the money.
“You’re welcome. Any leads on the Prowling Pharmaceutical Pilferer?”
“The what?” Luke asked.
“Hey, that’s what the local paper has dubbed him. Triple P, for short.”
Luke rolled his eyes. “Uh, nothing to report today, Anita. Thanks for the burger.”
Anita looked from Luke to Emma, smiled knowingly, and beat it out of there.
“Triple P?”
Emma laughed. “I heard that one.” She laid her hand on his shoulder. “I’ll let you eat. I’m having dinner with Jane and Chelsea.”
“Okay.”
She started to walk away. “Emma?”
She stopped. “Yes?”
“I miss you.”
Her lips curved. She came back and leaned inside the window. “I hope this is legal.” She grabbed his shirt to pull him closer, then kissed him—tenderly, sweetly, and so passionately she made his dick hard. Which made him forget how hungry he was—for anything but Emma, anyway. He cupped the back of her neck and held her there, wishing he was off work, wishing they weren’t sitting in Bert’s parking lot so he could do a lot more than just kiss her.
She broke the kiss and laid her hand on his chest. “I miss you, too, Luke. Be safe out there.”
She waved at Boomer, then headed inside.
Luke mentally cursed three full sentences at whoever Triple P was because he sure as hell was putting a crimp in Luke’s sex life.
Emma walked into Bert’s, preoccupied with the kiss she’d just shared with Luke.
Until a round of applause broke out. She jerked her head up, and most of the patrons gave her a standing ovation, including Jane and Chelsea.
Blushing crimson, she found Jane and Chelsea, who of course had to have a booth at the window.
“That was some display of assaulting a police officer,” Chelsea said, fanning herself with the plastic menu. “I was about to make a citizen’s arrest.”
“Forget the citizen’s arrest,” Jane said. “I was about to pour my glass of ice water over my head.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “Oh shut up, both of you. It wasn’t that much of a kiss.”
Chelsea cocked a brow. “Who are you trying to kid? The entire diner is turned on.”
“They are not.” Emma chanced a look around. People either whispered to each other and looked at her while trying not to look at her, or they were just outright gaping.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake. Haven’t they seen two people kiss before?”
“Not like that, apparently,” Jane said, stifling a laugh.
“This is ridiculous. I wasn’t mauling him. I even left his clothes on.”
“So what you’re saying is you wanted to strip him down, straddle him, and have your way with him in his police cruiser, but you used restraint. Or was it that you used restraints on him? Do tell.”
Emma glared at Chelsea. “You are not funny.”
“To the contrary. I crack myself up all the time.”
“She is pretty funny, Emma,” Jane said, taking a sip of water. “And that really was one hot kiss. Surely you felt it from your end, because it sure looked hot from where we were sitting.”
“Fine. It was hot. And I’m frustrated because we haven’t seen each other in a week.”
“So no hot sex for a whole week? My heart breaks for you,” Chelsea deadpanned.
Emma pointed a finger at her. “You are not having hot sex, because you’re too picky.”
“And because there are no hot men left in Hope. You and Jane got the last of them.”
Jane snorted. “Uh . . . no. Well, yes. I did get a hot one. And quite obviously from the flammable display in the parking lot, so did Emma. But I disagree that there are no hot men left. You’re just not looking.”
Chelsea shrugged. “You’re right. I’m not looking. It’s depressing out there.” Chelsea turned her attention on Emma. “And nice try deflecting. We were talking about you and hot cop.”
“We were?”
“Yes, we were,” Jane said. “So how was the holiday weekend at the cabin? I meant to call you, but . . . school and kids, you know.”
“I know. And I was swamped after the holiday, too, so I haven’t had a moment’s free time, either. And the weekend was fine.”
“Oh, no,” Chelsea said. “You’re going to have to do better than ‘fine.’”
Emma looked around. The diner was crowded. It was Friday night, and therefore, chicken-fried-steak night. It was well-known that Bert made the best chicken-fried steak in the county, so people lined up to get served on Fridays.
She shook her head and leaned forward so no one else could hear. “I’m not spilling intimate details here.”
“Gossip buzzkiller,” Jane said with a pout. “Okay, here’s what we’ll do. Will’s working the late shift, Ryan’s spending the night at a friend’s house, and Tabby’s at my parents’. We’ll grab some wine and head to my place after dinner.”
“That works for me,” Emma said, already looking forward to a laid-back wine-and-chat fest with her friends. She’d been at it hard work-wise for the past week and hadn’t had time to do much more than see to the dogs after work and then crash. It had been grueling, so she was ready for something fun.
Though she had the idea an inquisition was upcoming. Not that she minded. She wanted to talk to her friends about her and Luke.
So they ate and caught up on mundane things, like their work lives.
“Hi, Emma. How are you and that handsome Luke McCormack doing?” This was asked by Mrs. Claire Reasor, eighty-two, and accompanied by her granddaughter Samantha Reasor, the owner of the flower shop in town. Samantha gave her an apologetic look.