Texas K-9 Unit Christmas. Shirlee McCoy

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      “Em?” Lucas turned her so that they were face-to-face, his hands warm on her shoulders.

      “Everything looks just the way we left it,” she said, her gaze on the old desk, the floor, the dormer windows. She didn’t want to look into Lucas’s eyes. She was afraid he’d see all the sadness and fear she was trying to hide, but she couldn’t not look. She met his gaze, felt the hot hard knot of grief pulsing behind her eyes.

      He touched her uninjured cheek, his fingers lingering as he studied her face.

      “It’s going to be okay,’ he said, his breath ruffling her hair.

      “How do you know?” she said, her hands moving of their own accord, sliding around his waist and settling on the small of his back. She felt taut muscle and warm skin and the strange feeling that she was finally where she should have been all along.

      She would have stepped back, but he wrapped her in a gentle hug.

      “Faith. I believe God is in control and that He’s going to work everything out the way it should be,” he said simply.

      “Faith is easy, Lucas. It’s trust that’s hard.”

      Lucas eased back and looked into Emma’s face. She was the same Emma. Striking rather than beautiful, her cheekbones high, her eyes large and tip-tilted at the corners, her dark hair contrasting sharply with her fair skin. The same but different, too. No more colorful streaks in her dark hair. No more nose ring or multiple ear piercings. She looked grown-up, mature. Breathtaking. “I guess that depends on who you’re putting your trust in,” he said.

      She nodded, stepping away, running her hand over a large rolltop desk. “I trust God. It’s people that I struggle with.”

      “That’s not surprising. Your parents weren’t overly concerned about you or your well-being. I don’t think your boyfriend was any better.” He was blunt because that was the way it had always been between the two of them.

      She stiffened.

      “How about we change the subject?” she asked coolly.

      “Sure. Let’s talk about the diner while we go get Bea,” he responded, and she finally met his gaze, her eyes the deep blue-purple of the sky at sunset. He’d forgotten what a dark blue they were. Forgotten how easily a guy could get lost in them if he let himself.

      “What do you want to know?”

      “You’re opening next week, right?” He pressed a hand to her lower back, urging to the stairs.

      “Yes. Two days before Christmas. Bea chose the date. It would have been her sixtieth wedding anniversary.”

      “Is there anyone who would want to keep that from happening?”

      “No.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “The community has been really supportive. The local paper even did a feature article on the diner reopening.”

      “When was that?”

      “Last weekend. It ran in the Saturday edition of the paper,” she said as she walked down the stairs and into the hallway.

      Lucas filed the information away, his mind racing with possibilities. Anyone who’d read the article would have known when the diner was set to reopen. Any predator looking for an easy victim might have kept watch, waiting for an opportunity to attack Emma when she was alone.

      “You’re looking at me like I’m a bug under a microscope,” she muttered, swiping at a stray lock of hair that fell across her cheek as she led the way into the living room.

      “You’re an attractive woman. It’s possible someone saw your picture in the paper—”

      “He asked for money, Lucas. Clear as could be. So I’m pretty sure he didn’t see my photograph, fall into some mad frenzy of longing and decide to kidnap me.”

      The front door swung open and Bea walked in, her little white dog prancing at her feet. “Emma! What’s going on, dear? Why are you two in here while I’m waiting out in the car?”

      “We were just coming to get you, Bea.” Emma nearly ran to her aunt’s side.

      Lucas crossed the room more slowly.

      In the years since Sarah’s death, he hadn’t dated much. A dinner here or there, a movie or two. Nothing that mattered. Nothing he cared much about. He’d loved Sarah. He hadn’t thought he’d ever find that kind of love again.

      He’d forgotten about Emma, though. Forgotten how good it felt to be in a room with her, to talk to her, to look into her eyes. Forgotten how right it felt to spend time with her.

      Now that he’d remembered, he wasn’t sure he wanted to walk away again, wasn’t sure he wanted to say goodbye and forget all the moments they’d shared.

      He frowned.

      There’d be time to think about that after he found the guy who’d attacked Emma. And he would find him. It was just a matter of time. Unfortunately, Lucas had no idea how much of that he’d have before the guy struck again.

      SEVEN

      Fourteen hours stuck in Bea’s house when there was work to be done at the diner was thirteen hours too long!

      Emma pulled eggs from the fridge and did her best to ignore her aunt’s questioning gaze.

      She knew what was coming.

      The same question she’d been asked a dozen times in the past few hours.

      Patience, she thought. She needed God to give her a bucket-load of it.

      “Aren’t you going to get ready for church?” Bea asked.

      “It’s not Sunday, Bea,” Emma responded with the same answer she’d given a dozen other times.

      “Are you sure?” Bea walked over to the wall calendar and squinted at the numbers.

      “Yes.”

      “It’s not Sunday?”

      “It’s Saturday. We’ll go to church tomorrow.”

      “Are you making something for the potluck?”

      “The potluck isn’t for another week, Bea. I’m making scones.” Because cooking is the only way to maintain my sanity.

      “Lovely! You should invite that nice young man over and give him one.”

      “What young man?” Emma asked, making sure that there wasn’t a bit of impatience in her voice. It wasn’t Bea’s fault she was going stir-crazy. Working as a sous-chef meant long and active days. It meant dealing with stress and chaos in a calm and efficient way. It did not mean sitting in a quiet old house for hours on end, nursing aching muscles and ugly bruises.

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