Hope Flames
Page 13“Oscar and Olivia? So cute, Leanne.”
“I know, right? From the minute I saw her, I knew she was mine.”
Emma patted Leanne’s shoulder. “We’re doomed sometimes. Same thing happened to me with Annie. I don’t know why I bothered posting signs.”
Leanne laughed and then moved on.
“Dr. Emma. Look what we got.” It was Tabitha, Jane’s daughter, with the cutest golden retriever/lab mix puppy.
Emma crouched down and pulled the puppy into her arms. “Well, isn’t he the cutest thing.” She looked up at Jane, who stood next to Tabitha. “He’s the one?”
Will came up alongside Jane. “He’s the one.”
“His name is gonna be Archie. We all agreed,” Ryan said.
“All right, then. Let’s go do Archie’s exam and get him updated on his shots. I’ll have Rachel start a file for him.”
By the end of the day, they’d adopted out thirteen of the eighteen animals, and Patrice, the shelter manager, had received interest on the remaining five. In addition, several people stopped in and made appointments to spay or neuter their pets, since Emma’s mother had also suggested Emma advertise that anyone who stopped in that day to become a new client would receive a discount on spaying and neutering services, or twenty percent off on a first appointment.
It had been a spectacular day.
“Thank you, Emma. I can’t tell you how well this went,” Patrice said. “Just making the community aware of the importance of adopting a shelter dog instead of buying pure-bred animals will go a long way to improving community relations. I have high hopes the other five animals we had here today will be adopted.”
“I hope so, Patrice. And I hope we make this a regular function. I’d like to do it again in the fall.”
Patrice smiled. “Definitely. When I get back to the office on Monday, I’ll give you a call, and we’ll put it on the calendar.”
By the time they helped pack up Patrice’s cages and the rest of the animals, Emma was wiped out. She headed back inside to find Luke in conversation with her mother.
Uh-oh.
“Mom,” she said. “Do you know Officer McCormack?”
“I do now. I make it my business to know our fine police force. I hear you treated Boomer for a sprained leg not too long ago.”
“Yes. He’s doing fine now, though. And Luke—Officer McCormack—was nice enough to bring Boomer by today. He was a big hit with all the kids.”
Her mother crossed her arms and grinned. “Yes, he was. It was so nice of you to do that.”
“No problem,” Luke said. “Emma’s done a great community service by offering the shelter dogs for adoption. Which I heard was your idea, Mrs. Burnett.”
“Really.” Emma’s mother looked from her to Luke. “So the two of you must be having regular chat sessions, then. Or are you dating?”
Emma coughed. Luke smiled. “We went to the Double-A ball game a week or so ago. It was Bring Your Dog to the Ballpark Day.”
“Oh. That’s so interesting.”
“Well,” Emma said, leading her mom by the elbow. “We have a lot of cleanup to do here, and it’s already been a long day. I can’t thank you enough for this idea, Mom. It was brilliant.”
“Of course not. You can stay. There’s plenty of mopping and cleaning up to do.”
Her mother grabbed her purse and dug out her keys. “No thanks. I just think up the ideas. You execute, then clean up after.”
Emma walked her to the door, then kissed her cheek. “I love you, Mom.”
Her mother kissed her back. “I love you, too, Emma.” She turned and waved to Rachel and Leanne. “Luke, you have Emma bring you by the house for Sunday dinner.”
Luke smiled. “I’d love to.”
“Great. Next Sunday, then. Emma, make it happen.”
Emma just stared. Luke shrugged. “Okay. Next Sunday, then.”
“Mom,” Emma said, stepping outside with her. “Luke and I are not dating.”
“Sure looked to me like there’s some chemistry between the two of you.”
“I don’t want to talk about this here.”
“Fine. I’ll call you later.”
She did not want to have this conversation with her mother now. Or ever. “We’re not dating. There’s no chemistry.”
Her mom laid her hand on her arm. “Don’t let him win by shutting yourself down forever, Emma. Luke’s a very nice man. Go out. Have some fun. Start living again.”
Her mother had emphasized him, and she knew who her mom had been referring to.
Vaughn. Her huge past mistake. She took a deep breath. “I’ll think about it.”
“Good. And I will talk to you later. Now go clean up, and then have a glass of wine and relax. You did good today. And don’t forget Sunday dinner. With Luke.”
“Bye, Mom.” Emma watched her mother leave, then went back inside. Rachel and Leanne had disappeared, no doubt to the back to start the cleanup. Only Luke was out front with Boomer.
He was leaning against the counter, still looking sharp and fresh and oh-so-sexy in his uniform. His hand was wrapped around Boomer’s leash, and her gaze tracked there. She liked his hands. They were big, strong, and masculine. Powerful hands. A man’s hands. She still remembered how they felt gliding across her skin. She suddenly flushed hot, inhaled a very deep breath, and pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind.
“You’re mom is awesome,” Luke said.
“Yeah, she is. So are you. Thanks so much for being here today. I’m sure you were exhausted after working last night.”
He shrugged. “It’s no big deal. I wanted to be here.”
“I’ll walk you out.”
Watching Emma in her element had been fun for Luke. He’d mostly stood by and had fun with the kids, who loved Boomer. And Boomer, as always, was great with all the kids.
It made him want to have a few of his own so Boomer would have kids to play with all the time.
Although watching Emma with all the kids today had been a revelation. Not only did she love animals, she also had a natural rapport with children, something his ex-wife had never had. The few times they’d been around kids, Becca had acted like children had some kind of communicable disease. She hadn’t wanted anything to do with them. He should have noticed it early on, but he’d been so lovestruck by her, he’d been blinded to many of the issues that should have been lightbulb moments for him.
“I’m sorry about that whole invitation thing to my parents’ house for dinner,” she said. “You don’t have to come.”
“It’s okay. I like your mom. And I’d love to come for dinner. Unless you don’t want me there.”
She cocked a brow. “Seriously?”
“Hey, I’m a single guy. Home-cooked meals are a treat.”
She shook her head. “You don’t know my mom. She’ll grill you. About us. I mean, I know there’s really no ‘us,’ but you know what I mean. She thinks there’s something going on between us.”
He laughed. “I understand. And I can take it.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Sunday dinner it is, then. I’ll call you with the details.”
He walked out, actually happy about the dinner. He hadn’t been lying about the home-cooked-meal thing, but he was surprised to find he wanted to be with Emma, to hang out with her family.
And it was just dinner. It didn’t mean they were a couple. He could compartmentalize Emma as a friend.
With benefits.
Or not.
Or something.
Hell if he knew what they were. And if he didn’t think about it, he didn’t have to name it, right?
Chapter 9
EMMA WAS RIDICULOUSLY nervous about having Luke over for dinner at her parents’ house. The last time she’d done this, she’d been a teenager. The boy had been Henry Mayer, a gawky, rail-thin type more interested in science and video games than Emma. She hadn’t realized it at the time, of course. But she’d had a serious crush on Henry’s blond hair, dark glasses, and serious eyes. They’d been lab partners in chemistry, had gone to see old movies at the discount theater together, and had a shared love of Mel Brooks films. Henry could be so funny when you got him alone.
He was a terrible kisser, but Emma had overlooked that for his other fine qualities. Ah, young love.
Her father had been sorely disappointed in Henry’s lack of enthusiasm about baseball. Her mother had talked his ear off, and poor, shy Henry couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there.
She expected much the same from Luke. She fully expected it to be a short evening, with Luke coming up with some excuse to flee.
She’d arrived an hour early to help her mother with dinner, which, of course, was totally unnecessary because her mother was an advance planner.
“Tonight your father is grilling steaks. I’m making asparagus and potatoes au gratin and a new salad recipe I’ve been dying to try out. Oh, and I made two pies for dessert.”
“Of course you did. And when did you find time for that?”
“Silly girl. I have Saturdays off to grocery shop and cook.”
“Mom, I can only hope to have your energy level when I’m your age.”
“Please do. Now, is there anything I can do to help?”
“You can open the wine.”
“That part I can handle.”
“So how are things with you and the hot cop?”
She knew it was going to come up—the grilling before Luke arrived. “He’s fine. I actually haven’t seen him this week. We’ve both been very busy.”
“Which means you have been seeing him. That’s great, Emma.”
Crap. Her mother was so crafty. She was going to have to get better at wording her answers. “We’ve hung out. I told you, we’re friends.”
Her mom paused and leaned against the counter. “Emma. I’m hardly old and blind, and I’m very adept at reading chemistry when I see it. You and Luke have loads of it.”
“I think you’d like me to be in a relationship.”
“You’re right. I would. You deserve to be happy.” Emma had no response to that, and fortunately, the doorbell rang. She went to answer it and smiled at Luke, who looked amazing in a navy blue button-down shirt and dress jeans.
“Wow, you look nice.”
“So do you. I like you in a dress.”
She felt ridiculously complimented, especially by the way he looked at her. “Thank you. Come on in.”
“Are you sure it’s okay that I brought Boomer?”
“My mother would be disappointed if you hadn’t. They have a huge yard and a dog, Pokey. And Daisy and Annie are out back with Pokey. Come on.”
He’d brought flowers. And wine. God, the man was such a gentleman.
“Oh, Luke, how are you?” Her mom had come into the living room.
“Mrs. Burnett. I’m great, thanks. These are for you.” Her mom took the flowers and wine, then kissed Luke on the cheek. “Thank you so much for these. Aren’t you just the sweetest man? And call me Georgia, please.”
“Okay, Georgia.”
“Emmett is out back with the dogs. Emma, show him the way while I put these flowers in a vase.”
She led him out back, where her dad was sitting in a chair on the shady porch while the dogs all frolicked in the oversized yard.
He stood when Luke came out with Boomer.