Author: Jaci Burton

His captain had shown up to review the scene, inside and out. This time the perp had set off the silent alarm. With the rash of burglaries lately, the urgent care center had beefed up its security, and cutting the outside alarm system had set off a backup. So when he broke in, the silent alarm had gone off.

They’d also wired in additional video surveillance, so they’d finally have something to look at, once the tech guys were able to download it.

In the meantime, Luke told his captain about Emma standing there watching the whole thing go down.

“A potential witness?” Pete asked.

“And a former victim of this dickhead.”

“Go talk to her.”

Luke nodded and headed across the parking lot. He pulled on the door, which Emma had wisely locked, so he knocked. Daisy came running to the door first, followed by Emma, who unlocked the door and let him in.

She was wide-eyed and pale, just like that night when she’d been burglarized. He wanted to put his arms around her and tell her everything was going to be all right, but he was on duty and there were other cops milling about outside who could see them.

“Are you all right?” he asked as she led him into her office.

She nodded, took a seat in one of the chairs across from her desk. “Yes. How about you? I saw you and Boomer run like crazy into the woods after that guy. Did you catch him?”

He shook his head. “Unfortunately, no. But we’re closing in. This is the first time we’ve gotten close enough to him to catch him in the act.”

“Except that one time he actually burglarized my place while I was here,” she reminded him.

“Yes. There was that. Too bad you’re not a cop.”

She laughed, clasping her hands together.

“You’re shaking.” He took a seat and put his hands over hers. “It’s going to be all right, Emma.”

She looked down at their hands, then back up at him. “I saw the guy, you know.”

Luke’s gut tightened. “How well did you see him?”

“Not all that well. He was wearing black pants or sweats, and a black hoodie pulled up over his head. I know he had blond hair, or maybe white hair. He paused for a fraction of a second, like maybe he heard something, and he looked my way. He saw me looking at him. Then he took off like he was running for his life and disappeared into the woods.”

Luke let go of her hands and pulled his notepad out of his pocket. “Okay, let’s go over this from the beginning so I can make this a part of my official report.”

Emma took a deep breath and tried to quell the shaking that had seemed to settle in every bone, every nerve ending of her body, from the moment she’d stepped outside to lock up. It was when she’d turned around that she’d caught a glance, a flash of someone coming out from the back of the shopping center in the other parking lot.

And then she’d seen Luke and Boomer hugging the side of the building, illuminated in the lights. She’d known immediately what was happening. Someone was burglarizing the urgent care center, the only facility in that center that carried drugs. Her gaze immediately tracked back to the burglar.

In that split second, she’d seen him, and he’d seen her watching him. It had only taken a few seconds at most, but the image, what had happened, was burned into her memory like it had all happened in slow motion.

“He was wearing jeans, now that I think about it. Very dark jeans. Tennis shoes, I think, though I can’t be positive about that. A black hoodie that he wore over his head, and he had gloves on. He carried a backpack, a black one. It was slung over his back. His hair was blond, kind of a yellow-blond, not a normal color, but maybe from some kit that bleaches hair.”

She lifted her gaze to Luke’s. “You have to remember this was from a distance, maybe forty or fifty yards away, so I can’t be certain of anything, but he looked fairly young. Not teenager young. I’d say early twenties. Anyway, when he froze after seeing me, it was like instinct kicked in because he must have seen me slide my gaze over to you. Then he started running for the woods.”

“You didn’t see anyone else with him,” Luke asked.

Emma shook her head. “No. Just him.”

“Did you get a close enough look that you could identify him?”

“I doubt it. It was mostly a blur, and the only reason I could see hair color was because it was so yellow-blond, so unusual. But no facial features.”

“Was he tall or short?”

She pondered the guy’s height, stacking him up against Luke. “Tall. And slender, but not skinny like he wasn’t eating. Just . . . lean, like maybe he was a runner. But his clothes were baggy, so I could be off a bit on build.”

“Race?”

“I could definitely see that he was Caucasian.”

“Anything else you can think of?”

She shook her head. “I think that’s it.”

He slipped his notebook into his pocket and squeezed her hand. “You did good, Emma. Really good. Most witnesses are so frozen with fear they can’t remember anything. You did a remarkable job.”

“Did I? I hope so. I want you to catch this guy.”

“I want to catch him, too. You helped. This is more than we’ve ever had before.”

She stood. “I guess I should get the dogs home.”

He walked outside with her and helped her put the dogs in her truck, then radioed for one of the cruisers to come around. “Listen. I need to file this report. But I’m going to have one of our officers escort you home.”

“That’s not necessary. I’m fine.”

“I know you are. But I’d feel a lot better if someone went with you.”

She cocked her head to the side. “Luke. Your suspect doesn’t know where I live.”

“No, he doesn’t. But we don’t know how he got away, or if he had a vehicle nearby. And he doesn’t know how much of him you saw, so until I’m sure you’re safe, I’m going to come stay with you.”

She cocked a brow. “Inviting yourself over to my house?”

“You got a problem with that?”

She had missed him. A lot. And if she were honest with herself, she was more than a little freaked out that she’d had a stare-down with the crazy guy who’d been stealing drugs from several businesses. Who knew whether he was high or not? And people on drugs did desperate things sometimes. “Okay. I’ll wait up for you.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

She so wanted to touch him, but there were still police cars everywhere. And the sheriff’s department, and now the news crews. Poor Luke had his hands full.

“I know I don’t need to wait up. I want to.”

A police car pulled up alongside Emma’s. Luke went over and talked to the officer inside, who nodded and waved to Emma.

“Then I’ll see you in a few hours,” Luke said.

“All right.” She locked up the clinic and climbed into her truck.

Luke was already walking across the parking lot toward the crime scene. Emma so wanted to stay there with him, but she also had a lot to do at home, and the dogs needed to be fed and let outside. They were wound up from all the activity.

She needed to do a little unwinding herself. The officer, whose name was Bill, followed her home. He even came inside with her and did a check of her house, something she thought was totally unnecessary, though she was secretly grateful. He told her he’d drive around her neighborhood a few times to make sure she was okay. She thanked him and closed the door, went into the bedroom, and changed clothes.

A part of her wanted to fall into bed and obliterate this day by falling asleep, but she had some paperwork to do. So she took some chicken out of the freezer, defrosted it, sliced some vegetables and started a pot of chicken noodle soup. She let the dogs outside to play after they ate, while she sat down at the table and worked on paying bills.

She periodically checked the simmering soup while dealing with her paperwork.

When the doorbell rang, she glanced down at her phone to check the time, not realizing so much time had passed since she’d been home. She shoved the pen in her hair and got up from the table to answer the door.

Luke was there, looking as worn out as she felt.

“How did it go?” she asked, petting Boomer when the dog came up to shove his head under her hand.

Luke dropped his duffle bag at the front door. “It went okay. Video surveillance didn’t show much more than what you said. He kept his head down and his hoodie covered his face, so we didn’t get any facial recognition. Since he wore gloves, we won’t have any prints, either, but there are still some leads. Oh, God, what’s that smell?”

“I figured you probably hadn’t eaten a decent homemade meal in a while, save what you can grab at Bert’s. I made chicken noodle soup. Are you hungry?”

“I’m starving,” he said as he followed her into the kitchen. “Have you eaten?”

“Actually, no. I got involved paying bills, then caught up on some paperwork. I kind of lost track of time, so I’ll eat with you.”

While Boomer hustled off to play with Daisy and Annie, Emma got out a couple of bowls and a plate for the bread she’d made the other day. As she was reaching into the cabinet for the plates, Luke slipped his arm around her waist and turned her around.

He tipped her chin up with his fingers and pressed a long, slow kiss to her lips that made her forget how hungry she was—for food, anyway. She slid her fingers into his hair and held on, breathing in his scent, grabbing onto the work-solid feel of his shoulders as he pinned her against the counter with his body.

She moaned against his lips as he deepened the kiss, another hunger taking over when he lifted up her tank top and covered her breast with his hand. He drew the cup of her bra down and found her nipple, making her gasp as he teased and tormented her until she wrapped one leg around him to draw him closer to her.

And when he lifted her and placed her on the counter, she shoved the dishes out of the way, no longer caring about food.

“You mind waiting for dinner?” he asked.

She was breathing so hard she felt dizzy. “No. There are other parts of me hungry right now.”

A low growl tore from his throat as he gathered her hair in his hand and tilted her head back, his mouth ravaging her neck in a series of hot kisses that tore her apart. And when he made his way back to her lips, he seared her with a bone-melting kiss that left her weak and needy.

“Yeah, I need to be fed, too, Emma. But it’s not soup I want right now.”

He drew her shorts and panties down her legs. Her legs trembled as he ran his fingers over her skin.

“I’ve been thinking about you every day, about touching you, kissing you, hearing the sounds you make when you come.”

Nearly out of her mind with desire, she unashamedly spread for him, leaning back as he put his mouth on her sex. She cried out, so close to orgasm she was almost embarrassed by her need for him. But he’d been all she thought about since their weekend. The way he touched her, kissed her, the way he’d broken through her defenses and made her feel his touch, made her remember what it felt like to be a woman again.

She was a woman in desperate need of an orgasm right now. And Luke was the only man who could give her exactly what she needed.

He was relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure, fixing his tongue and his mouth on every spot that was guaranteed to send her right over the edge. Not that it would take much, since she’d been pining away for him—for this—every night she lay alone in her bed, thinking about him. And when she hovered so close her whole body quaked, he gave her just what she needed. She tightened, and fell, with a cry so loud she shook with her climax.

And when he moved up her body, kissing her hipbone and her belly button to give her time to come down off that high, she lifted up on her elbows to smile at him.