Chelsea shrugged. “Sorry. But I’m having a difficult time wrapping my head around the fact that the guy you are more afraid of than anything in this life shows up where you work, Luke comes in and helps you out, and then you thank him by dumping him.”
“Obviously I’m having a hard time clarifying the situation.”
Chelsea took a sip of wine, then said, “Obviously. So why don’t you tell me what’s really going on?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’m just scared.”
“Well, no shit, Shirley. You should be scared. I would have been. After the way you described the hell that Vaughn put you through, I would have been terrified the minute he walked through my door.”
“I was. I never expected to see him again.”
“He thinks he owns you. Do you really think something like a restraining order is going to stop him?”
“I did. After all these years of no contact, I thought he was over it. Over me.”
“He was just lying in wait, waiting for you to show up back here.”
She pondered that over a couple swallows of wine. “And now I’m back.”
“And so is he.”
“But he violated the restraining order. They arrested him. He could go to jail.”
Chelsea waved her hand. “He thinks of you as his property, Emma. The man is obviously demented. You don’t think a piece of paper is going to stop him, do you?”
She sighed. “I don’t know. I didn’t think beyond getting him the hell out of my clinic last night.”
“Which you should thank Luke for. I still don’t understand what’s going on between the two of you.”
“I’m in love with him.”
“Ohhh,” Chelsea said. “And the light dawns. You love him, and that scares you. Because in your beautifully confused head, you think he’s going to turn into some raving maniac like Vaughn who’s going to chain you in the basement and beat you if you raise your voice to him.”
Tears pricked her eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe. I fought so hard to get away from Vaughn, spent years getting my sense of self and my independence back. I don’t want to turn all that over to some guy again just because I might think I’m in love with him.”
“Honey. Luke isn’t just some guy. And do you really think he’s anything at all like Vaughn?”
“The logical part of me says no. The scared part of me says I don’t have any idea what any man is capable of once you give your heart to him.”
Chelsea put her wineglass down and scooted over to pull Emma into her arms. “None of us knows what any man is capable of down the road. That’s what trust is about. Not only do you have to trust him, you have to trust in yourself that you chose the right man.”
She sighed. “I didn’t do such a good job of that the first time.”
“That was his fault, not yours.”
“No, it was mine, too. I stayed with him and let him have that power over me because I was too afraid to walk away, too embarrassed by what I’d become.”
“No, that was abuse, and you need to recognize the difference. And you did make a choice to get away. A lot of women never do. You should be proud of yourself for all the positive changes you’ve made in your life since you left him.”
She pulled away and looked at Chelsea. “I am. I’m damn proud of all I’ve done. Which is why I’m also damn scared of chasing down that rabbit hole again. Love scares me, Chelse.”
“Love scares all of us, Emma. It’s probably the scariest thing any of us will ever do. To hand your heart over to someone who could crush it in their hands is the biggest step we’ll ever take. But when you do take that step, you have to know it’s for all the right reasons and for the right guy. The only guy. The one you trust completely, the one you know would never hurt you.”
Emma stared into the wineglass, the red liquid answering none of her questions. “I just don’t know what to do.”
“It’ll come to you. In the meantime, watch your back. And keep your gun close in case that crazy person is lurking around.”
She leaned back against the sofa. “As far as Vaughn is concerned, my eyes are wide open.”
EMMA MIGHT NOT want him in her life anymore, but Luke was still going to watch over her. Between running leads on the drug burglaries, he drove past her clinic and made periodic drive-by checks on her house at night.
Vaughn had made bail, with a court date set up for the next month. Which meant he’d need to stick around, though Luke would bet the bastard was lurking nearby anyway. He asked his fellow cops to keep an eye out for him and to let Luke know if they spotted the guy anywhere near Emma. They promised they would.
Since there’d been no break-ins for the past week, they were all working single shifts again. Which meant Luke could get in some gym time. He hit the basketball court with Will and Carter and a few other guys, some of them cops, some of them friends from school.
He needed the stress release. Too much had been going on lately, and he was wound tight.
“Hey, princess. You gonna hold the ball and daydream all night, or are we going to play some basketball?”
He looked at Carter, then dribbled around him and shot into the basket.
“Asshole,” Carter said with a grin.
“You called me a princess. You’re lucky I didn’t knee you in the balls on my way around you to the basket.”
“You ladies gonna stand around and gossip all night, or are we gonna play ball?”
Carter and Luke turned to Evan, who waited on the other side of the court.
Carter laughed. “Let’s go break a sweat.”
In an hour, Luke was drenched in sweat and more than ready for a water break.
“You’re out of shape, McCormack,” Evan said as he downed a bottle of water. “I can’t believe you missed that layup.”
“I can’t believe you were picking your butt and missed that pass,” Luke shot back. “Maybe you need a haircut. Or are you bucking for the town police calendar, so you’re letting it grow out in hopes some of the ladies will vote you in?”
“It sure can’t be based on his physique,” Deacon, one of the other cops playing, shot back. “He’s got more of a one-pack.”
Evan lifted up his shirt to show off what even Luke had to admit was a mighty impressive eight-pack.
“I’m not the one sucking down all the beer after work, Deacon. You can kiss my ass. And they couldn’t pay me to do that calendar.”
“So maybe it’s a lady you’re doing all those crunches for,” Carter said.
Evan went to the cooler for another water. “I’ve got no comment.”
“So . . . no lady,” Deacon said. “Otherwise he’d be bragging about it. That must mean he’s spending all his time at the gym because he’s only got his right hand for company.”
Evan frowned. “Are we gonna play ball here or what?”
“See?” Deacon said. “It’s the only thing he knows. Playing with his balls.”
Luke let out a snort. Trash-talking was always the best part of playing basketball. Fortunately, they all genuinely liked each other or there would have been bloodletting by the end of the game.
“How’s it going with your girl?” Carter asked him during a break as they swiped sweat from their faces with their towels.
“It’s not.”
“That didn’t last long. Did Emma give you the heave-ho?”
“We’re on a temporary break.”
Carter laughed. “That means she gave you the heave-ho. She find another guy?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Sure you do. You’re just playing the man card. Even guys want to talk about it with other guys. We just like to pretend we can man up and deal.”
Luke gave Carter a look. “You never talked about it. You and Molly.”
There was that look again, that shadow that always crossed Carter’s face whenever Molly’s name was mentioned. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t a man back then, and that’s ancient history. So let’s man up, and after the game we’ll go out for a beer and you can tell me about Emma.”
Luke nodded. When the game was done, they showered and dressed, and Carter met him at No Hope At All, a bar run by Logan’s best friend, Bash, and one of their favorite places to play pool.
“You wanna rack ’em?” Carter asked.
“Definitely.”
They played the first game in virtual silence, shooting the appropriate balls into the appropriate pockets and drinking a few beers. By the second game, Luke knew Carter was going to ask.
“So what happened with you and Emma?”
“She had a problem with an ex-boyfriend who came back in her life.”
“Someone she still liked?”
“No. Someone she had a restraining order on.”
Carter’s brows lifted. “Oh. Bad news. So what happened?”
“I interceded, and I don’t think she cared much for that. She’s got an independent streak, and I think she wanted to handle it herself.”
Beer in hand, pool cue in the other, Carter nodded. “Women are a damn mystery sometimes.”
Luke took his shot, then took a long swallow of beer. “Tell me about it. Anyway, I think the whole ex-coming-back thing just freaked her out, and she asked for some distance. So I’m giving it to her.”
“But you’re still watching over her because of the crazy ex-boyfriend, right?”
“Yeah. He’s out on bail, and I don’t trust that he’ll leave her alone.”
“I hope he does. And I hope that the two of you figure it out.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Carter took a swallow. “Not all of us get second chances with people we love. Don’t let her get away if she’s the one you want.”
Luke wasn’t sure if Carter, who usually wasn’t one to get profound, had just told Luke what he needed to hear, or if what Carter had told him was what he’d wished had happened with Molly all those years ago.
Either way, he was right. He wasn’t about to let Emma go. Things between them had been perfect before Vaughn showed up. And he knew she was scared, but just because someone pushed you away didn’t mean you had to go away.
He’d walked away from one relationship. It had been the right thing to do because it was what they both wanted.
Deep down he knew neither he nor Emma wanted their relationship to end. So he was going to make sure it didn’t. He just had to make sure it was on Emma’s terms. Because he wasn’t going to be like Vaughn and make her come around to his way of thinking, or try to overpower her. Emma had to choose him and come to him of her own free will.
He just had to be there for her when she was ready.
And in the meantime, linger nearby and keep her safe.
When he got out to his truck, he decided to give Boomer some exercise, so he drove by his apartment, got Boomer, and they went to the park for a walk. It was late, but Boomer, like his owner, didn’t keep regular hours.
They walked for a bit and Luke cleared his head, then they got back into the truck and he drove past Emma’s house.
It appeared he wasn’t the only one up late. Emma was outside walking the dogs. Too late for him to back up the street so she wouldn’t notice him.
He pulled over to the curb and rolled down the window as she came over.
“Hey, Luke,” she said. “What brings you by here?”
“Just . . . driving past. You’re outside late tonight.”
She shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep, so I thought a walk would help.”
“Yeah. I took Boomer to the park for a walk.”
She laughed. “It does help, you know. So . . . again, what brings you by here? Checking on me?”
Since her house wasn’t on his way home, he had to admit it. “Old habits die hard, Emma.”
“Well . . . thanks for that. I’m sure we’ll be okay, but I do appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome.”
He was about to lean away to put his truck back in gear, but Emma lingered next to the vehicle for a moment.
“So . . . how are things going?” she asked.
“Fine.”
“Staying busy?”
“Yeah. How about you?”
“Oh yes. Lots of work at the clinic lately.”
This was incredibly awkward. They’d always been able to talk. Things between them had been so easy before. He hated this.
His cell rang. He thought about ignoring it, but saw it was the station. “Excuse me, Emma.” He picked up the phone, unable to believe what he was hearing.
“I’ll be there right now.” He hung up and looked at Emma. “Someone’s breaking into Dorson’s Pharmacy. I’ve gotta go.”
“Go, hurry,” she said. “Be careful.”
He nodded and slammed on the gas. Though he wasn’t on duty, he wanted to be there in case they caught the sonofabitch. And since Dorson’s was only a couple of blocks away, he should be able to make it in time.
He flipped on his scanner.
“On foot, the corner of Fifth and Scanlon,” the dispatcher relayed.
Huh. Luke was on Scanlon, right at Fourth street. He turned right toward Fifth and saw a dark-clad figure hopping a fence. He picked up his phone and dialed it in. “I’ve got this guy. On foot, I’m in pursuit with Boomer, though I’m not in uniform, so don’t shoot me.”
He kept his phone on, pulled out his gun, and slid his badge on, then parked.