Kittens, Puppies & Love E-Book

Bartow Sophie

• Herausgeber: Sophie Bartow
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Enjoy this steamy small-town romantic suspense series with a sense of family that will have you falling in love.

The word cloak means to cover, hide, or disguise.  
Would you shed yours and expose your heart for love?

Veterinarian Emma Foster arrives in Swan Harbor with her goal list in one hand and clinging to the many layers of her cloak with the other. But she didn’t anticipate the lure of the small town or the pull of a man’s magnetic blue eyes. Their potent combination threatens to derail her well-ordered plans.

Investigator Killian Reade has used his good looks, flirty talk, and sexy accent to layer masks over his true self. Until a flash of yellow peels off one. And the people of Swan Harbor add cracks in another. But when Emma looks through him, instead of at him, he’s forced to take a journey. One that has him searching for the man he’s meant to be.

As their barriers begin to fade, an off-hand comment made by Emma leads Killian to uncover disturbing behavior in their small town. When all is revealed, will they wrap the layers tighter or will they allow love in and set their hearts free?


Welcome to Swan Harbor

Kittens, Puppies & Love is book two in the Hope & Hearts from Swan Harbor Series. Kittens is a slow-burn, friends to lovers mystery romance. While each story can stand alone, there are secondary threads that run through the series. Reading them in order adds to the richness of the characters and town. Download a copy and enjoy your stay in Swan Harbor.  

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KITTENS, PUPPIES & LOVE

A SMALL TOWN SLOW BURN MYSTERY ROMANCE

HOPE & HEARTS FROM SWAN HARBOR

BOOK 3

SOPHIE BARTOW

CONTENTS

Hope & Hearts Series in Order

Some residents of Swan Harbor

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

This book is dedicated to...

My street team;

The Wall-Giennie Wicks-Delaney,

Connector Inspector- Linda Hagerty

Reactor Inspector- Jami Fenton

Plot Catcher- Barbara Berry

Sign Crew- Kate Semenyuk

The Clean-up crew: Cindy, Laura, Kim, Maggie, Sylvia, and Diane whose feedback was valuable.

And my family, for not caring if the house was spic and span, while I wrote.

Inspiration began,

when a lost girl fell for a lost boy

Two Hearts Press

An Imprint of LLIPSS, INC

Copyright 2020 by Sophie Bartow

Regular Paperback ISBN: 978-1-965510-09-4

Large Print Paperback ISBN: 978-1-965510-02-5

Regular Print Hardback: 978-1-965510-05-6

Large Print Hardback ISBN: 978-1-965510-22-3

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and places are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business or locales is coincidental.

Edited and updated in September 2024

Cover Design by Kate Semenyuk

FROM DARKNESS INTO LOVE

KITTENS, PUPPIES & LOVE

BROTHERS, HOPE & HEARTS

KISSES, FAMILY & HOPE

A TREE, MISTLETOE & A SUNSET

HOPE, HEARTS & FOREVER

THE MEMORY OF LOVE

THE INNOCENCE OF LOVE

THE FORGIVENESS OF LOVE

THE POWER OF LOVE

THE CHRISTMAS LOVE SONG

THE KISS OF LOVE

THE LESSONS OF LOVE

THE HEART OF LOVE

THE JOURNEY TO LOVE

Hope & Hearts Historical Novellas

GUIDED BY LIGHT - 1952

GUIDED BY HEART - 1964

GUIDED BY LOVE - 1969

WELCOME TO SWAN HARBOR- 1979

FINDING HER LOST HEART- 1983/1990

GUIDED BY A KISS - 1995

SOME RESIDENTS OF SWAN HARBOR

Emma Foster: The Veterinarian and owner of Swan Harbor Veterinary Hospital. Daughter of Ava King and Peter Foster.

Killian Reade: He is an Investigator for the Swan Harbor Sheriff’s Department. Brother to Liam Reade and son of Finley Reade — both of whom live in New York.

Rusty Langley: He is an investigator for the Swan Harbor Sheriff’s Department and the partner of Killian Reade. He is married to Rene Langley. His story isThe Power of Love.

Rene Langley: She is the mayor of Swan Harbor, married to Rusty, and the mother of Roland.

Roland Langley: The young son of Rusty and Rene.

Dylan Prince: The Sheriff of Swan Harbor and married to Molly Barnes Prince. He is the brother of Jessie, twin to the late James, and son of the late Ruth and Robert. Their story is told in The Innocence of Love.

Molly Barnes Prince: She teaches first grade at Swan Harbor Elementary School and is married to Dylan Prince.

Grayson Hunter: Engineer at Hunter Construction and married to SadieMartin Hunter. Their story is told in The Memory of Love.

Sadie Martin Hunter: The office manager of Swan Harbor Veterinary Hospital and an accountant. Married to Grayson Hunter.

Hayden Patterson: He is a college student and works at Sally’s Diner.

Tyler James: He is a professional singer and the owner of Siren’s Song, a music club located on Swan Harbor’s pier. He is also the father to six-year-old, Bethany. His story is told inThe Christmas Love Song.

Mary Hunter: A Psychiatrist at Swan Harbor General Hospital. She is married to Clint Hunter and mother to sons Cameron and Grayson.

Clint Hunter: Owner of Hunter Construction, (HCI). Married to Mary Hunter.

Liam Reade: Firefighter/Paramedic in New York City. Works at Queen’s Court Medical Center, which is owned by King Industries. His story is told in Brothers, Hope & Hearts.

Finley Reade: Owns a real estate business in New York City. Father of Liam and Killian. His story is told in Kisses, Family & Love.

Ava King: Philanthropist and businesswoman for King Industries. Mother of Emma Foster.

Elsa Winters: She is a pediatric resident at Queen’s Court Medical Center in New York City and is best friends with Emma Foster.

Captain Jack: He is a retired Naval officer and an eccentric resident of the small town. When he’s not doling out sage advice, you can find him at his restaurant. Captain Jack’s Fine Dining is built inside the seventeenth-century Spanish Galleon, moored at Swan Harbor’s newly renovated pier. His story is told in The Journey to Love

ONE

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With that, enjoy!

* * *

Sheriff’s Department

September 7

11:00 a.m.

Killian Reade closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. The sheriff’s department was quieter than it had been for a few months, and he kind of enjoyed it. With the end of summer sending the tourists home, it gave him time to appreciate how much his life had changed in the past year.

Surprised you liked it, aren’t you?

Before he could dive too far down the reflection hole, Dylan, his boss, dropped a pile of folders on his desk. “You’re welcome.

“Bloody hell, Dylan! I’ve already finished my paperwork.”

“Just think of them as a gift.” Dylan gave him a cheeky smile. “When you’re done, I’ll take my usual from Sally’s.”

“But aren’t these Rusty’s cases?”

“He had to take Rene to the airport, so …”

“Welcome to Swan Harbor,” Killian grumbled, more for show than annoyance at helping his partner.

“What can I say?” Dylan grinned. “We’re a friendly bunch.”

Killian sighed and opened the first file. “But next time you want to give me a gift, a pastry from Paula’s will do.”

“I’ll remember that.”

Killian laughed—an action that, even after being in Swan Harbor for seven months, still felt abnormal. In a way, it was comforting, especially after living in relative anonymity for much of the previous ten years. He didn’t need to look over his shoulder or second-guess his actions. The sound of gunshots didn’t wake him nightly, and the smell of blood didn’t surround him.

Those thoughts were ones he rarely allowed, preferring more pleasant ones. Such as the bevy of beautiful women the picturesque town offered.

“All done, Killian?” Amy, the office clerk, asked.

“Thanks, love.” He nodded toward the completed pile. “You can take those.”

“Need anything else?”

The hopeful tone in her voice had him glancing back up. “Not right now,” and because it was expected, he winked.

Her smile dimmed. “Well, okay, I’ll just file these.” She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and left the room with a little extra wiggle in her walk.

Women liked him, and with his tousled black hair, blue eyes, and square jaw, he was used to their attention. He treated them well and never made promises he didn’t intend to keep.

However, people only saw the Killian Reade he allowed them to see. It was a behavior he liked—most of the time. Except lately, his once comfortable habits no longer felt so. They unsettled him, making him wonder what was around the corner. Yet, those were feelings he didn’t understand, and ones he spared little energy on.

When he’d completed the folders, Killian left them on Amy’s desk, slipped on his sunglasses, and stepped into the September sun. He was greeted, not by the peaceful sound of waves, but by the untuned engine of a bright yellow Volkswagen Beetle. The thought of ticketing them for disturbing the peace was just starting to form when he caught sight of the driver. Bloody hell!

* * *

Main Street

September 7

12:45 p.m.

Emma glanced at the building as she rolled past and read its sign, “Swan Harbor Sheriff Department,” her second landmark. Unconsciously, she tightened her hand on the gearshift.

Just two more blocks.

Why was she nervous? This was what she’d been working toward.

Then, take a right.

She’d grown up in a world full of make-believe and had run far away.

125 Summer Ave, Suite 2A.

As an adult, Emma needed to be in control. Something she’d had very little of growing up. Which left her with a tendency to throw up walls, especially in situations where she might not be completely comfortable.

Attorney Ben Matthews, 1:00 p.m.

One way she retained control was by setting goals. Once they’d been achieved, she’d check them off. They allowed her to see where she’d been and make plans for where she wanted to go. Those were important to her well-being.

Emma pulled into a parking space in front of the early colonial home where Ben’s office was located.

Her palms began to sweat.

She opened the door, and the Rhopalocera in her stomach swarmed. When she stepped from the car, her heart rate took off like a herd of Equus caballus.

It’s okay, Emma.

Except the voice couldn’t stop the feelings inside. Fear, anxiousness, excitement … hope.

Goals equaled success, something she’d said to herself probably a million times. All she needed to do was sign a few papers, and one more item could be crossed off her list.

Graduate from High School.

Graduate with her Bachelor’s.

Get into Veterinary School.

Graduate from Veterinary School.

Pass licensure exams.

Get a job. She was doing better than just getting a job. Soon, she would be Doctor Emma Foster, Owner and Veterinarian.

* * *

Sally’s Diner

September 7

1:00 p.m.

Killian stepped into Sally’s Diner, his thoughts still on the lovely lass driving the yellow car. She’d looked through him and not at him, a behavior that had him curious.

“Hey, Killian,” Hayden, Sally’s nephew, greeted him with a series of hand slaps. “Let me clean this table, and your order should be ready.”

“My order?” Killian frowned at the younger lad. “I don’t recall giving my order. Did I step through a time warp?”

Hayden rolled his eyes in typical late-teen fashion. “No, you’re just one of my regulars, that’s all.”

“Regulars?” Killian glanced down at his black jeans and t-shirt. “I never thought of myself as a regular anything.”

Hayden tucked his rag back into his apron and picked up the tray of dirty dishes. “Regular, as in you have lunch at Sally’s three times a week, eat the same foods, look around for someone, and after paying, you leave.”

“I’m that predictable?”

Hayden grinned. “Very much so.”

“And when I look around, you’re assuming I’m looking for someone, or do you know?”

“Killian,” Hayden exclaimed with a slightly exasperated tone, “I’m not a kid. I know you’re trolling for fresh meat. I’ll check on your order.”

“Maybe you should be the Investigator instead of me.”

Hayden laughed. “Nah, I’m a computer guy, you know that. I’ll be right back.”

Killian watched the younger man bound across the room. His mannerisms and confidence reminded him of his younger days. However, life and experiences had gotten in the way and created the man he saw in the mirror. Predictable in his past life would have gotten him killed. Did he want that title? Or any of the titles Hayden had used?

“Dylan’s order was ready too.” Hayden handed him two bags. “See you at the gym tomorrow.”

“I’m predictable about that, too?”

Hayden blushed, almost as if he was embarrassed to have divulged so much information. “Well …”

Killian gave the younger man a break and changed the subject. “When do you head back to school?”

“Next week. Just three more years.”

“Don’t rush it. You’ll get there soon enough. I’ll see you at the gym.”

He hadn’t gotten far when the yellow car rushed past, loud music trailing in its wake. Where had she been? Where was she going, and who the bloody hell was she?

* * *

Veterinary Clinic

September 14

4:00 p.m.

Emma’s purchase, Swan Harbor Veterinary Clinic, included two buildings on several acres not far from town. She would use the largest building, a barn, for treating horses and cattle. The smaller building was divided into her clinic on the bottom floor and a one-bedroom apartment above. It was perfect.

A week after taking ownership, she added to her list.

Make Business a Success.

Before she could contemplate the steps needed to complete the goal, the bell over the door rang. When she stepped into the front room, she was greeted by a petite brunette clinging tightly to a birdcage.

“Can I help you?”

“I was looking for the Doctor.”

“I’m Doctor Foster,” Emma replied. “Maybe I can help.”

The woman studied her for a few seconds. “Okay, thanks. But what happened to Doc Thatcher?”

“He retired,” Emma replied. “Now, how can I help, Miss …?”

“Prince, Molly Prince,” the woman murmured. “I found this bird tangled in some wires and thought maybe …”

Emma took the cage and led her into one of the smaller rooms. While she examined the bird, she learned the woman was a first-grade teacher and married to the town sheriff.

“It looks like the bird has a broken wing,” Emma murmured. “I’ll try to set it … and then we’ll see.”

Molly’s smile fell. “Will it be alright?”

“I’ll do the best I can, okay?”

It took several minutes of intense scrutiny before Molly finally nodded. “How much do I owe you?”

“This one’s on me. You’re my first customer.”

“Thank you, and congratulations.” Molly’s green eyes sparkled. “You’re new in town, aren’t you?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Small town.” Molly shrugged. “Would you like to meet for lunch sometime? I could show you around.”

While Emma wasn’t sure how much free time she would have, she understood the benefit of knowing someone local. “That would be great, thanks.”

“Will you let me know about the bird?”

“Even if it’s not good news?” When Molly just nodded quickly, Emma promised to let her know.

“Thanks, we’ll talk soon.”

“Well, little bird,” Emma crooned softly. “Let’s see what we can do about your wing.”

* * *

Sally’s Diner

September 20

12:30 p.m.

More than a week had passed since he’d seen the woman driving the yellow bug. He searched for the driver, but he didn’t understand why. If he wanted a woman—there were plenty available. Since the incident with Violet, though, he’d changed. More often, he felt lost, something he didn’t care for and was unwilling to share with others.

After a morning patrolling the beach, Killian was returning to the office when a flash of yellow caused him to slam on his brakes.

“Bloody hell!”

He pulled into the department’s parking lot and ducked into the men’s room. Once he swished with mouthwash and brushed his hair, he started across the street, a little extra bounce in his step.

When he walked in, the blonde sat alone at a table near the front. The curve of her cheek and the way the sun highlighted her hair took his breath, and only one word came to mind—gobsmacked. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and sauntered toward his partner, sitting at the counter.

Be cool, Reade. You’re just here for lunch.

“Who’s the lovely lass?” Killian asked without greeting.

“Well, hello to you too,” Rusty quipped.

Killian casually leaned against the counter. “Very funny. Hello. Now, who’s the lovely lass?”

“That lovely lass?” Rusty thumbed over his shoulder.

“Bloody hell, Rusty!” Killian pushed his friend’s hand down. “Are you in high school?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Rusty snickered. “After all, you are the town Lothario. Go introduce yourself.”

Killian looked down, unwilling to admit the label embarrassed him. While it fit the man before he’d moved to Swan Harbor, he’d changed … internally. In a way, Rusty was right. He’d never had difficulty talking to women before. Was this woman any different?

“Shoo.” Rusty waved him away. “I’d like to eat in peace.”

“You’re grouchy,” Killian retorted. “Problems at home?”

“Rene and Roland are still out of town. Rusty repeated the dismissive hand motion, “Now go meet the girl.”

Killian stood a little taller and pulled his shoulders back. “I think I will.”

He took several steps toward her table before his bravado disappeared. Then, as if being pulled by an invisible string, he detoured toward Dylan and his wife, Molly, sitting nearby.

“I think Emma needs to meet Killian,” Dylan was saying. “Don’t you agree?”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Killian jumped in, using the smile he pulled out when he needed to coerce members of the opposite sex to do his bidding.

“Killian,” she cautioned, “Emma might not …”

“Emma.” He repeated several times, liking the way it felt on his tongue. “What could it hurt?” Then, when he noticed Molly weakening, he pushed a little more. “Even Dylan thinks it’s a good idea.”

Molly sighed. “Okay. Come with me. We were just leaving, anyway.”

As he followed his friends toward the elusive Emma, Killian’s heart beat a little faster. His steps grew a little slower.

What was it about her that made him hesitate? Since it wasn’t a question he could answer, he did as always and pushed aside the feelings of self-doubt. To further hide his insecurities, he added a little extra swagger to his walk.

“Emma,” Molly began. “I’d like you to meet Killian Reade. He’s an investigator at the sheriff’s department with Dylan. Killian, meet Emma Foster.”

He smiled, using the one that never failed to get a smile in return. “I’d be happy to tune your engine any time.”

“Killian!” Molly exclaimed.

Emma’s expression had Killian taking a step back. It wasn’t adoring, indulgent, or one that spoke of intrigue. Instead, she appeared aggravated, annoyed and bothered. Once again, she’d thrown him off his game, leaving him confused and unsure about his next step.

“Er, I’m sorry, Lass. You drove by me the other day, and your yellow car rattled, and I …”

“Thought to impress me with your witty repartee?” she snapped, dismissing him.

He ducked his head and glanced up under his brow. “Oh, you’re a tough lass, aren’t you?”

“Some would say so.”

Their eyes locked, Emma’s a turbulent shade of green. She might look angelic, but the words coming from her mouth were anything but. Was she, too, trying to hide something?

“Just who are you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Emma whispered, then turned her back to speak with Molly.

He thought she might ignore him and leave, but she glanced over her shoulder as if unable to resist. Her lips curled into the semblance of a smile that never reached her eyes. “It was nice to meet you.”

“You too, Ms. Foster.”

“It’s Doctor Foster,” she corrected. “I took over for Doc Thatcher.” With a wave to Molly and Dylan, she was gone.

Killian stared at her retreating figure. He’d never met a woman who didn’t behave as he expected. They usually fell all over him almost too quickly. Did he care enough to try to change what Emma thought of him? Or did he move on to the next challenge?

* * *

Veterinary Clinic

October 14

10:00 a.m.

Over the next few weeks, Killian Reade and his lame pickup line floated through Emma’s head at the oddest times. She couldn’t decide if he thought he was charming or just socially awkward. That she was still thinking about him was annoying. Her next goal was not Find a Man. So far, though, her self-scoldings hadn’t helped, and he’d pop back into her head at the worst possible times.

In the middle of inventory, when she exercised, and even when treating patients, it was a little disconcerting and a lot terrifying. Emma Foster made goals and checked them off one by one. She did not skip around.

Molly had been both a saint and a sinner regarding Emma’s quest for control. She’d stopped by the clinic more than once, and somehow, Killian’s name always entered the conversation. But when a kernel of anticipation flickered to life inside, she had no choice and slammed on the brakes. That’s when she took down her goal list and revised her plan.

Make Business a Success

Buy Business Cards

Order stationery

Pass Out Flyers

Hire Help

The smaller goals made it easier to stay focused, even if it didn’t eliminate the butterflies in her stomach. Every time she drove into town, they swarmed. When she pulled into a parking spot at Peter Pan Park, seeing the sheriff’s department car caused her heart to race.

She’d been asked to help locate Fred, a black Labrador, who belonged to the hospital administrator. The dog had been seen roaming the woods surrounding the park.

“Fred, Emma,” she reminded herself as soon as she stepped from the car. “You’re only here to find the dog.”

I know! I know!

“No detours,” Emma repeated while skirting around the dog park.

A fresh paw print leading toward the woods distracted her long enough to refocus. She’d found the dog. Now, she needed to catch him.

* * *

Peter Pan Park

October 14

3:00 p.m.

Killian was standing behind a group of trees, watching Emma weave around the dog park. When she turned in his direction, he stepped deeper into the shadows, not wanting to be seen. He hated admitting it, but her brush-off at Sally’s still stung. Some days, he was ready to move to the next name in one of his black books. While other days, he wanted a do-over.

He watched as Emma stepped into the shade the large trees provided. She stopped for several seconds, studied the ground, and then tilted her head. What she was listening for, he didn’t know.

Seconds later, she turned in another direction, making him think she’d heard something. He couldn’t say why he followed and didn’t alert her to his presence. His only thoughts right then were staying out of sight.

They walked deeper into the woods, and still, no sign of the dog. Emma suddenly stopped and stared at the ground, leaving Killian to wonder about her abilities once again. Even more so when she pushed aside several branches and moved backward before taking off perpendicularly.

He thought she tracked Fred by following certain patterns on the beaten-down leaves. A behavior that should have surprised him. Instead, he added it to the list of what fascinated him. It was a new feeling, but one he didn’t think he could ignore.

Not long afterward, he saw Fred’s black nose behind a fallen log. Emma didn’t move, but stood silently, waiting for the dog to come to her. He lost track of how long she stood still, communing with the animal. Goosebumps broke out on his skin when, slowly, the scared dog started toward the stranger.

Her ease with which she could get the frightened dog to trust her stole his breath. Yet, again, he was given a new item to add to his list.

Emma clipped the leash on the dog and led him back the way she’d come. When she walked within thirty yards of where he was standing, and didn’t notice him, Killian let her go.

The unsettled feelings she left behind had him wondering how to regain the upper hand. Was a night out with the guys what he needed to get her out of his mind? Or was it female companionship?

TWO

Molly & Dylan’s Apartment

October 28

6:30 p.m.

The minute Molly answered her knock, Emma realized she might be in trouble. Instead of the quiet evening she’d expected, the room was full of unknown faces.

“Emma, I’m so glad …” Molly’s smile faded. “Are you okay? You look a little pale.”

“I’m ah…” Emma began breathlessly. Come on! You know what to do. “I just wasn’t expecting this.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought this was the best way for you to get to know everyone.”

“At once?”

“I could …”

“No, no,” Emma replied, not wanting to disappoint her new friend. “I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, good.” Molly smiled. “Come meet everyone.”

Emma took a deep breath and followed Molly from one group to another to be introduced. It reminded her of the many times she’d been paraded in front of people as a child. Those partygoers had exclaimed over her because of who her parents were. It allowed her to relax slightly, as the people she met weren’t scary.

“Molly,” she whispered. “I’m never going to remember everyone’s name.”

“No?”

“If they were holding a dog or cat, maybe, but without …”

“You’ll be fine.”

With ‘I’ll be fine’ echoing in her head, Emma followed Molly to the next group.

“Do you know Ben?”

“Ben helped with the sale of my clinic.”

“And Emma helped me find Fred,” Ben threw in.

“How is Fred?” Emma asked. “No more problems?”

“None,” Ben sighed dramatically, “and I’m happy to say he’s back home with Arthur.”

“Be nice,” Molly tsked. “Fred’s a sweetheart.”

“Just go on thinking that,” Ben muttered. “The next time Arthur leaves town, you can dog sit.”

“Oh, Wilby would …” Molly began. Then suddenly, a panicked look crossed her face, and she muttered, “I forgot my crostini!” before rushing toward the kitchen.

“Her crostini?” Emma frowned. “Did I miss something?”

“Molly’s feeling a bit frazzled lately,” Ben explained. “Their house is being remodeled, and things are spread out between here and across the hall in Killian’s apartment.”

The man’s name she’d been trying not to think about had Emma’s curiosity peeking out.

“That must be tough.”

Although, why was this something Molly hadn’t shared, considering she rarely let any opportunity to mention Killian’s name pass by?

“Whether it’s tough or not,” a tall man with sandy hair stepped into their circle, “Molly tells me it is every day. Gray Hunter,” he introduced himself.

“Emma Foster.”

“From the look on your face, I gather you’ve heard some of her complaints,” Gray went on.

“Oh, I have,” Emma laughed. “The last one had something to do with cabinet knobs.”

He winced. “They did. I never knew she had such a colorful vocabulary.”

“She did have quite a bit to say,” Emma muttered tongue-in-cheek.

“I probably should talk to her,” Gray sighed. “My brother, Cameron, is married to Dylan’s sister, which makes Molly family, so …” He shrugged, almost as if assuming she understood his meaning.

But family dynamics weren’t something Emma was familiar with. Her family was different.

“So, you’re the new vet Anita has been praising lately?” Gray returned her attention to the conversation.

It took Emma a second to connect the name with her treatment. “Four-year-old bay mare with a red-bag delivery, right?”

“That’s Roisin, Anita’s prized mare,” Gray acknowledged. “I heard it was touch and go there for a while.

“I just did what any animal doctor would—helped a mother in trouble.”

What she didn’t say was that type of birth was very dangerous. Since the foal was born inside the placenta, it could have been life or death for the mother or the son.

“You’re being modest.” Gray tipped his beer bottle in her direction. “Anita said you were amazing.”

“Thanks. Are you related to Anita?”

“I’m engaged to her daughter.” Gray glanced across the room, and his face lit up with a goofy smile. The display of his emotions gave Emma a strange feeling. It didn’t last long, but one she hadn’t experienced.

“Get a room,” Ben quipped.

Gray’s response was succinct.

“Didn’t I hear your mama tell you to watch your mouth around ladies?” a familiar voice drawled.

Emma’s eyes flared when she realized who had joined their group.

“Well, if it isn’t the local crooner.” Ben nodded toward Emma. “Have you met …?”

“Tyler James,” she murmured. “I saw you in concert at the Illinois Fair two or maybe three years ago.”

Their eyes clashed, and all she could see were shadows. Almost as if he was hiding his thoughts.

“More like four,” Tyler responded in that husky voice that caused many females to swoon. “I stopped touring before Beth was born. She was three earlier this year.”

“Oh!” Which answered more than one question. “Your wife and daughter must love having you home …” Except, before she completed the statement, she realized she’d said something wrong.

“Kara, my wife, died right after having Beth,” Tyler answered.

“I’m sorry.”

Emma tightened the strings of her invisible cape, unsure how else to respond. After all, Emma Foster didn’t have close relationships.

“We’re doing okay.”

But the shadows in his eyes made her wonder who he was trying to convince.

“I bet Beth’s a handful.”

While he talked about his daughter, the shadows faded. It made her wonder if anyone saw the same when they looked at her.

“I’m trying to find a new sitter,” he continued. “Lois and Glynis, the women who currently watch her, are leaving for warmer weather soon.”

“If it doesn’t have to do with Animalia,” Emma quipped. “I’m no help.”

“I didn’t want you to think I was suggesting …” Tyler began.

“That I watch her just because I’m a woman?” Emma hummed. When deer-in-headlights expressions crossed the men’s faces, she snickered. “You fellas are too easy.”

“So, you’re not mad?” Tyler asked hesitantly.

“Mad? No.” Emma laughed. “I am, however, hungry. It’s been nice talking to you.”

She left them trading insults and made her way around the room. As the distance between her and the men grew, her need to pretend decreased. While it wasn’t completely awful being in a crowd she didn’t know, she still felt like she was on the outside looking in.

As she walked by, someone knocked on the door, and habit had her answering. “Oh, Killian.”

“Emma.” His lilting accent wrapped around the syllables, giving her the impression he was caressing her name … and her. The feeling gave her pause and had her studying him a little closer.

“Come in. Dylan and Molly are here somewhere.”

“Thanks, love.”

Once he walked into the apartment, gone was the man who’d knocked, and the confident, cocky man had returned. He was the kind of man who sent her running. Except there was something about him, making it difficult to forget.

“Killian, there you are!” A redhead threw herself into his arms.

He grunted, making Emma snicker. However, it also allowed her to walk away without being noticed.

She forced her attention to the buffet table. When she glanced at the assortment of finger foods, she couldn’t think about how different it was from when she’d been a child. Pigs in a blanket or a simple crostini would have been too common, not fitting for the upper-crust society she’d been born into. That didn’t stop her from picking up a plate and starting around the table.

“Can you believe she just threw herself at him?” one of the women across the table whispered.

“She’s so pushy,” the other answered. “But that kiss! Just ugh!”

“Don’t remind me,” the first woman replied bitterly. “Although he does know how to kiss.”

“Oh, yes, he does,” the other purred.

Emma hurried away from them, uninterested in hearing all about Killian’s women.

“You forgot one of these,” a husky voice murmured close to her ear.

She looked up into the blue eyes of the man being discussed. It took several seconds before she could form a response. “What did you just say?”

“The shrimp.” Killian lightly touched her bottom lip with the shellfish. “It’s succulent.” He leaned in slightly, and a gentle puff of air whispered across her lips when he popped his T.

Emma’s jaw dropped, and her brain shouted Mayday. Finally, her common sense woke up, and she stepped back.

“What are you doing? For all you know, I could be allergic to that stuff.” Then, without waiting for him to respond, she gathered her food and headed toward the other side of the room.

“Are you okay?”

Emma glanced over her shoulder to see a familiar-looking leggy brunette. “I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

The woman rolled her eyes in a way that said, ‘Really, you’re going there,’ causing Emma to laugh. “I’m fine. He’s just …”

“Hot. Hunky. Gorgeous.” The woman smiled. “Take your pick.”

“Sadie.” Gray slipped his arm around the woman’s waist and kissed her quite thoroughly. “Are you trying to make me jealous?”

“How do you know I wasn’t describing you?” Sadie kissed him again.

Gray side-eyed Emma, and a corner of his mouth curved. “Well, were you?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Sadie grinned, “right?”

Once Gray said the woman’s name, Emma knew why her face was so familiar. Sadie was Anita’s daughter. “Right,” she muttered, tongue-in-cheek.

“See,” Sadie gave Gray a toothy smile, “told you.”

“You did,” he grinned. “How will I make it up to you?”

Sadie leaned in and whispered something, causing him to blush. “Now shoo, we’ve got some girl talking to do.”

“If I shoo, you’ll have to make it up to me,” Gray teased.

Emma watched them communicate, saying nothing, and a zip of envy rushed through her. She wanted that. Wait! Nodetours, Emma, remember?

“Sorry about that.” Sadie’s grin was wolfish. “He is just …” She glanced in the direction Gray had gone and sighed. “Anyway, where were we? Oh yeah, Killian.”

He was easy to locate, as he was the only man holding court to a harem. In addition to the redhead who’d met him at the door and the two she’d overheard at the food table, he’d been joined by two others. “Does he always need to collect women?”

“Killian is …”

“Self-absorbed, cocky, shallow,” Emma quipped. “Shall I continue?”

Sadie tipped her head as if she agreed. “But … I think there’s more behind those blue eyes than he allows anyone to see.”

“Really?” Emma frowned. “So, what’s the story with those women? No pride?”

Sadie laughed. “The redhead, Morgan, seems to think if she buys him gifts, she’ll have his undying love.”

“Puhlease!” Emma drew out the single-syllable. “Guys like him aren’t looking for just one someone.”

“You sound like you’re talking from experience.” Sadie raised a brow.

“My father.” Emma let go of a little laugh, wondering why she’d revealed that.

Thankfully, Sadie didn’t ask any further questions. “The brunette is Chloe. She spreads rumors about people.”

“That sounds immature.”

“It is,” Sadie agreed. “But it’s been like that since elementary school. Boys, grades, clothes, you name it. Jealousy, I think.”

“But why throw themselves at Killian?”

Sadie rolled her eyes. “Killian’s new to town and fresh meat. They’ve already made the rounds with most other men here, including Gray, Cameron, Ben, and Dylan.”

The news Killian had moved to Swan Harbor in February had come from Molly. As did the part about him not having any problems attracting company. A group always surrounded him. It had Emma wondering what it was about him that drew other people. While her encounters with him weren’t entirely positive, he lingered in her mind.

“He’s just a man.”

“Who probably leaves the lid up just like my fiancé,” Sadie quipped.

Emma snickered. “Truth. But I don’t plan on being another notch on his bedpost.”

“Good for you.” Sadie hesitated a second before nodding across the room. “Ah oh, look.”

Killian ushered Morgan and Chloe from the room and shut the door.

“Well, that was special,” Sadie muttered. “I think I need a drink.”

They made their way across the room to where Molly was manning the punch bowl.

“Is it spiked?”

“Maybe.” Molly grinned, and a dimple peeked out on one cheek. “Want some?”

“Do I?”

“Taste.”

Emma wasn’t sure she should follow through but ended up taking a careful sip. “Vodka and rum?”

“Yeah,” Molly grumbled. “Dylan and Killian made the punch.”

“Speaking of them.” Emma glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “Did you forget to tell me something?”

“What?”

“Okay, be that way,” Emma laughed. “I just remembered I wanted to ask Sadie something.”

As she walked away, the door opened, and Killian returned, arm in arm, with both women.

* * *

Killian caught sight of the lovely Doctor Foster gliding across the room when he re-entered with Morgan and Chloe. As predicted, it had taken little more than a few kisses and a promise of dinner, and they were pacified. Why wasn’t it as easy to get Emma’s attention? She didn’t seem to have difficulty giving it to others.

“Ladies.” Killian kissed each on the cheek. “My mate, Dylan, needs my help. I’ll see you two later.”

“Promise, Killian?” Chloe ran a slim finger down his chest.

“Promise, love.”

Morgan wound her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. “Don’t you forget now?” She tugged his head toward hers.

When he leaned down, his eyes met Emma’s. Unconsciously, he jerked his head sideways.

“What was that?” Morgan snapped.

The image of Emma’s arched brow and curled lip had him shaking his head to clear the picture. “Sorry, love. Dylan needs me.” He walked away, not caring she’d stormed off in the opposite direction.

“Breaking hearts again, Killian?” Dylan questioned.

“As long as it’s not mine.”

Dylan started to say something, but after a few beats, he handed over a bottle of rum. “We’ve been instructed to create our punch again. Any idea how much of that stuff you added?”

“No idea.” Killian glanced at the bottle in his hand. “Trial and error?” He upended the liquid into the bowl, where it mixed with the fruit punch, lemonade, and club soda.

“Works for me.” Dylan did the same with his bottle of vodka. “Just don’t tell Molly our secret.”

Killian scooped a cup of punch for each. “Why didn’t you tell Emma I’d be here?”

“Molly was supposed to,” Dylan tossed the blame. “But you know how women are.” Then, he quickly changed the subject. “I saw Ladies Monday through Saturday surrounding you earlier. Are you looking for Ms. Sunday?”

Killian refused to acknowledge he was in any way ashamed of his behavior.

“And if I am?”

“I’d have to say, ha!” Dylan snickered.

“Ha?” Killian echoed. “What kind of response is ha?”

“Emma’s not a groupie, Killian.”

“A groupie?” Killian frowned. “What the bloody hell are you talking about?”

“You know, a groupie!” Dylan repeated. “One of many women who follows you, hoping for a tiny crumb of attention. Emma is worth more than all those floozies combined.”

Killian dropped his eyes, unwilling to look at whether the statement was true. He enjoyed having a different woman on his arm every night. Didn’t he?

His gaze drifted to Emma. The memory of how her green eyes became shuttered before she’d stormed off had him pasting on his cockiest smile. “If you’ll excuse me, Ladies Monday and Tuesday are waiting.”

When he walked away, he heard Dylan murmur, “You can only run so far, as the truth has a way of coming out.”

The comment, combined with the memory of Emma’s waspishness, had him planting himself in the center of his admirers. They soothed his ego. Yet, they didn’t stop his thoughts. Somehow, he always knew where she was and with whom she was speaking.

“Are you listening to me?” Chloe pouted.

“I certainly am.” He gave her his ‘You’re the only one I’m thinking of smile.’ “You were telling me about your dress.”

“You were listening,” she squealed.

Her high-pitched voice had him tightening his jaw to keep from saying something untoward. He felt like he was balancing on a wire tipping into the unknown, and his patience was wearing thin. When Chloe went off with Morgan, he couldn’t help but sigh with relief.

“Are you okay?”

Killian glanced into Tia Patterson’s brown eyes, his sometimes date, but always friend. “Just peachy.”

Her look said, ‘Don’t-kid-a-kidder,’ which had him offering, “I’m alright. Why?”

“Because.”

He followed her line of sight to where Tyler and Emma were engaged in what appeared to be an intimate conversation.

Bloody hell! It took every ounce of Killian’s training not to storm across the room and demand an explanation. Thankfully, his common sense stood up before he did so. However, it didn’t keep him from worrying he’d be asked questions he couldn’t answer.

When Tia leaned her head against his arm, his chest relaxed. She wasn’t worried about his heart, but her own.

“Have you met her?”

“Who?”

Tia’s brown eyes sparked briefly. “Emma. The woman talking to Tyler.”

“Aye,” Killian admitted. “She seems to be a prickly sort.”

“Really?”

While he wasn’t privy to Tia’s entire history with Tyler James, he knew her heart had been involved. It had him realize that even though she was no longer dating the singer, she didn’t care to see him with another female.

“Really.”

Tia kissed his cheek. “You’re a nice guy, Killian Reade. Thank you.”

“Of course, I’m a nice guy.” He exaggerated his accent.

“I’m not fooled. Good luck.”

“With what?”

“You know.” She lightly squeezed his fingers and wandered off.

Killian’s attention went back to where Emma was still in close conversation with Tyler. He decided he couldn’t stand it any longer and put his expertise of hiding in plain sight into use. It took a while of weaving in and out of groups, but she turned toward the room at large just before he’d drawn next to her.

Bloody hell!

He slid behind several people and peered around, trying to decide if he should put himself out there.

She laughed before he could convince his feet to move, making him realize she was closer than he’d thought.

“Ready to go, Emma?”

What? Killian watched as Tyler helped her with her jacket.

You’re such a dick! Tyler seemed to be a good bloke, but ….

Once Emma and Tyler were gone, Killian glanced around the room. Chloe and Morgan were in one corner, and Tia, Belle, and Amy in another. He had choices.

The decision was easy, and he quickly worked his way to the door.

“Going somewhere?”

Killian whirled around to Molly’s laughing green eyes. “There’s no need to sneak up on a man.”

“Sorry about that,” Molly murmured, not looking contrite at all. “I just wondered why you were tiptoeing out.”

“I’m not sneaking anywhere,” Killian tossed back. “I thought …” He searched his surroundings and spotted Wilby’s leash. “I’d take the dog out to do his business. He’s been stuck in my apartment for several hours.”

“You’ll need these.” Molly reached for the leash, a little bag, and a shovel.

“Leash.” Killian held up the flexible strap. “What’s this other stuff for?”

“You said you were taking Wilby out to do his business, right?”

“Right.”

“That’s for his business.”

“Oh.”

“Is there something you need to tell me, Killian?” Molly’s smile was all-knowing.

“His business,” Killian muttered, “right. I’ll be back.” Before she could say more, he ran across the hall and grabbed Wilby.

After being cooped up, Wilby tugged on the leash, but Killian didn’t want to look like he was in a hurry. “Slow down, boy. We can’t appear desperate.”

However, luck wasn’t on his side. When he arrived downstairs, there was no sign of Emma or her yellow bug. That left him with options—a walk with the dog or returning to his bevy of beauties.

Once again, the decision was easy.

“Well, boy,” Killian directed the dog away from the apartments, “shall we?”

THREE

Sheriff’s Department

November 3

2:00 p.m.

The following Friday, Killian was alone at the office, and his conversation with Dylan kept replaying in his mind.

Emma’s worth more than all those floozies combined.

Emma’s not a groupie.

Are you looking for Ms. Sunday?

His week had been full. He’d spent Monday with Morgan, Tuesday with Chloe, and Wednesday with Tia. Thursday, he’d worked, and since it was Friday, he’d made plans with Belle. But he just ….

Which was the crux of the problem … the but. Did he throw himself into his evening with Belle and forget about Emma?

He’d tried not to think about her. Tried not to imagine her and the singer together. But bloody hell, it wasn’t easy. She was in his head, and he couldn’t seem to get her out.

Her moss-green eyes haunted him whenever he bent to kiss the women he’d taken out on dates. Instead of thinking about the lips of the woman he was with, it was Emma’s full-bottom, one he fantasized about. Just the idea of taking it between his own turned him on more than anything he’d done … or thought about doing in years.

Why?

What was he going to do about it?

The phone rang, which was almost a relief. He dropped his feet to the floor and grabbed the receiver before it finished a second ring. “Yeah.”

“Oh, Killian.” Molly’s anxious voice exclaimed. “Can I speak with Dylan?”

“I’m sorry, Molly. He’s at a meeting with the mayor. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Well,” she hesitated, “you know Rusty was supposed to come to my class, right?”

“Aye,” Killian replied. “He was looking forward to it.”

“It was today, and⁠—”

“—Rusty is home because Roland is sick.”

“Right,” Molly sighed. “I was going to ask Dylan, but … I’ll just tell the kids we’ll do it later. I hate disappointing them, though.”

“I’ll do it,” Killian blurted before thinking the statement through.

“Really?” she squealed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. Can you be here in an hour?”

On his way to the elementary school, Killian questioned his sanity several times. By the time he arrived, he still hadn’t figured out what had caused him to volunteer. Boredom, he decided, as he waded into the fray.

“Killian, come in.” Molly directed him to the front of the room. “Class, say hello to Investigator Reade.”

As he walked toward Molly, the comments he overheard had him second-guessing his decision to volunteer. But once the pint-size humans began to throw out questions, he forgot he was supposed to feel awkward. They were open and honest and listened to what he said. It wasn’t his glib tongue or its talent that mattered. What mattered was he’d taken the time to read to them.

“Today,” Molly explained. “Our guest will read Ten Big Toes and aPrince’sNose. Come sit close.”

The children gathered around Killian, and he began ….

“There once was a princess so lovely and fair …”

It took him several pages to feel comfortable, but he hit his stride by the middle of the book. While he read, he didn’t consider the possibility the words had a hidden message.

I am what I am, and that’s alright with me.

But three-quarters of the way through, he began to wonder. Had he been wrong? Was there an underlying meaning, after all?

I don’t have to be different; I just have to be.

He’d spent ten years pretending to be someone else. But moving to Swan Harbor and working for the sheriff’s department allowed him to be himself. Didn’t it?

I don’t want to be somebody else. No sir-ree!

His life was moving in the direction he wished. During the day, he had work, and his evenings were filled with an assortment of beauties. He was happy, even without ….

I am what I am, and that’s all right with me.

When he finished the story, a sliver of an unknown feeling ran through him. The feeling was so new and unsettling, he slipped back into his flirtatious persona. It allowed him to stay in control while he said goodbye to Molly and the children.

Hours later, he parked in front of Harbor Towers Apartments and still hadn’t reconciled what was happening inside. He was out of sorts and had been since a certain blonde drove her yellow car across his path. What was his next step?

A part of him wanted to cancel his date. Before he could seriously consider it, his sixth sense warned him there might be trouble. His thoughts of a quiet evening flew from his head, and he backed against a wall. Once he was sure he was alone, Killian rushed toward his apartment.

They found you! raced by when he saw the opened door.

He drew his weapon and peered inside, expecting the worst. Except … the furniture hadn’t been overturned, nor was the floor littered with broken glass. Instead, the lights were turned down low, soft music was playing, and a bottle of champagne was chilling beside the sofa.

Bloody hell!

Killian holstered his gun and let the door shut behind him. “Hello.”

“Oh, there you are!” Belle stepped into the dining room, holding a salad bowl. “Surprised?”

“I wasn’t aware we were to meet here,” he mumbled, working to keep his anger from bubbling to the surface.

“We weren’t.” She set the salad bowl on the table and started toward him. However, when I heard how you’d saved the day for Molly, I thought I’d surprise you with a home-cooked meal.”

“Oh, I’m surprised, alright,” he quipped. “How did you get in?”

“Oh, Dylan and I arrived at the same time. He let me in.”

He’d have to talk to Dylan. Later, though, his decision to give Belle his attention had him pasting on a false smile. “Do I have time for a quick shower?”

Her gaze tracked up his body, and a sultry smile played along her mouth. “Do you need someone to scrub your back?”

“Uhm.” Killian forcefully swallowed and backed toward his bedroom. “No, no. I’ll be right back.”

He stored his gun and locked himself in the bathroom. “What are you going to do now, Reade?”

When his reflection didn’t respond, he shed his clothes and rushed through his shower. Ten minutes later, he was pulling out Belle’s chair and sitting down to the meal she’d prepared. She smelled nice, and her skin was soft, but ….

The pasta dish, salad, and homemade garlic bread were perfectly paired with the wine. She was a good dinner companion, regaling him with stories from her day. When she spoke, her blue eyes sparkled, but ….

Killian listened to her talk but had to admit his attention drifted throughout the meal. It made little sense as her voice was soft and musical, perfect for a librarian, but ….

After dinner, they sat on the sofa, where he stretched his arm along the back and lightly fingered a few strands of Belle’s hair. The candlelight flickered around the room, bringing out its auburn highlights, but ….

“Why don’t I open the champagne?”

He took the bottle from the bucket and concentrated on peeling off the wrapping and working the cork free.

He thought he heard Belle say she would get glasses, but his mind was lost on the ‘but’ statements.

Her speech pattern was melodious, one perfect for a librarian, but ….

She didn’t breathlessly say his name one minute and the next spit out comments challenging him.

When she spoke, her blue eyes sparkled, but ….

They weren’t the moss-green ones haunting his dreams.

The candlelight flickered around the room, bringing out the highlights in her auburn hair, but ….

It wasn’t thick and blonde, making him want to wrap his hand around it, tugging its owner closer.

She smelled nice, and her skin was soft, but … she wasn’t, “Emma.”

A gasp had him swinging around. “Belle, I, I didn’t …”

“Goodbye, Killian.” Belle grabbed her jacket and rushed out of the apartment.

Killian dropped the champagne bottle into the bucket, glad he hadn’t gotten it open. A part of him felt awful for hurting her. The other part couldn’t work up the desire to go after her.

What was going on with him?

The quiet of the night called to him, and with a flick of his wrist, he shut off the music. He poured a generous glass of rum into a glass and took it, along with the bottle, onto the patio.

He liked women, and women liked him.

Except Emma.

He liked Morgan, and she had fiery red hair.

She’s not Emma.

He liked Chloe, and she was a brunette.

She’s not Emma.

He liked Tia.

She’s not Emma.

But she’s blonde.

She’s not Emma.

“Bloody hell, shut up!” Killian downed the rum, poured another three fingers, and immediately tossed half of it back. It burned on the way to his gut but didn’t stop his thoughts.

Before he’d even parked his car, he’d known he was in a mood. Except with Belle waiting, there hadn’t been time to get into the right frame of mind. He needed to thank his good buddy, Dylan.

“‘Lo,” Dylan barked after just one ring.

“You let her in.” Killian groused. “How could you let her in?”

“Belle?”

“Of course, Belle. You know I don’t bring dates to my apartment.”

His apartment was his space. It was the one place where he didn’t have to worry about what he said or how he looked. If he was out with a woman, they went to her place. Then, he could leave when he was ready.

“Sorry,” Dylan sighed. “But she said you invited her. Why?”

“She left,” Killian admitted. Then, he surprised himself by adding, “I called her Emma.”

“What?!” Dylan chuckled. “How did Mr. Date of the Day make a mistake like that?”

“I don’t know,” Killian mumbled, wondering how he’d gotten himself into this … whatever this was. “I’ve never done that before, and for some reason, I don’t feel as bad as I think I should.”

“And you called her Emma? Sounds like you need to go talk to Emma.”

“Bloody hell,” Killian sputtered, “she won’t talk to me. Besides, who said I wanted to talk to her, anyway?”

“You never know until you try,” Dylan pointed out. “Oh, thanks for helping Molly today. I gotta go.”

The dead air had Killian frowning at the phone and shoving it into his pocket. He poured another two fingers of rum and wandered back onto the patio. But thoughts of Emma continued crowding him. What if they talked? Would he be able to move on? Or would it take more? Like a date? Was that what was needed for her to become just another woman?

There’s no time like the present.

Before he could change his mind, Killian tossed back the rest of the alcohol and grabbed his keys. She was just a woman, and once he figured out what made her so elusive, he could purge her from his thoughts once and for all.

* * *

Veterinary Clinic

November 3

9:00 p.m.

Emma rhythmically ran the small brush over the kitten’s tiny head. Orphaned, barely three-weeks old, and Tyler’s daughter was depending on her to save the Felis catus. Which she would, because that was what she did.

Who are you kidding, Emma?

She blew out a breath and amended her thoughts. Saving animals wasn’t just what she did but who she was. Her entire life had been about collecting orphans and saving as many as possible. That included puppies, dogs, kittens, cats, birds, and whatever other animals had been dropped off. They had needed her … and she had needed them.

However, tending to the kitten didn’t stop her thoughts. Tyler was still charming and handsome, but she wasn’t the one he’d been interested in. That had been her best friend, Elsa. It was too bad, really, as he would be easier to forget.

Emma Foster needed control. Which she usually got from her list. Except Killian ….

There will be no detours, Emma.

While she might have sensed more going on behind Killian’s eyes, she couldn’t take a chance. He reminded her of the people she’d run away from. Ones she had no desire to see again.

Swan Harbor had given her a business she could love. It was a slow process, but she was working to find her place in the town.

New opportunities and situations arose daily, and if she was prepared, then ….

“A moment, please.” The quiet voice of the man she’d just vowed to keep at arm’s length shattered her concentration.

Emma studied him for several seconds. There was something different about him, yet she refused to look too deeply. “I’m a little busy.”

His eyes were trying to tell her something. Except she’d seen that too many times with her father. It would take more than a look to pierce her cloak. The one she’d grown to keep pain away that was always close.

“She needs me now.” Emma indicated the kitten.

The chirp of an incoming text saved her from having to say anything else while she finished her task. “I need to …” she began, schooling her features into a neutral mask.

“We’ll talk later then,” Killian finally answered. Then, just as silently as he’d entered, he left.

Once he was gone, Emma relaxed. “No detours, Emma.” She cuddled the kitten again and placed her back in the warming bed.

When her phone buzzed again, Emma pushed any residual thoughts aside and answered. “Elsa, what’s going on?”

They spent several minutes catching up before the real reason for the call was mentioned. “You’re coming to New York for the holidays, right?”

Elsa’s slightly pleading tone had Emma’s curiosity pinging. Before making promises, she had to figure out the logistics of going away. However, a few days in New York would allow her to alert her friend about one of Swan Harbor’s residents.

* * *

Sheriff’s Department

November 6

1:00 p.m.

Killian opened his bottom drawer and pulled out his four black books. When he flipped through them, he realized he could put a face with only a few of the names. The others … were just names.

When had choosing a date from his long list become not enough?

The answer floated by, but unwilling to acknowledge it, he shoved it aside. Except, he couldn’t run from the truth. He didn’t want any of those women, and the one he wanted wouldn’t give him the time of day.

Killian tossed the books back in the drawer and slammed it shut. When he glanced up, the Sheriff was standing in the doorway.

“So, did you ask Emma out?”

“She was busy.”

“You let that stop you?”

“But … she’s different.”

And you have no clue what you’re doing.

Dylan studied him for a few seconds, making it a fight to sit still. He sauntered into the room and hitched a hip on the corner of the desk.

“You mean that, don’t you?”

“Aye.” Killian ran his hand through his hair, not caring if it was standing on end. “I feel like a fraud.”

“Talk to me. I’ve been a sounding board for Gray, Cameron, Ben …”

“And Jessie?” Killian guessed, knowing Dylan had been her guardian after their parents’ deaths.

Dylan tipped his head in acknowledgment. “Talk to me.”

It took several seconds for Killian to formulate his thoughts, but then the ugly truth came out.

“When I was a teenager, I learned females liked what they saw when they looked at me.” His smile was self-deprecating. “I shamelessly flaunted that, swearing I would never be foolish enough to allow a female to have control over me. I wrapped the love and leave persona around tight and held on until …”

“What changed?” Dylan’s quiet voice gave him the strength to go on.

“Violet.”

“A woman?”

“A little girl.”

“Yours?”

“No, not mine.”

Killian took a deep breath and allowed the memory to wash over him for the first time in a long while. “The shortened version of the story is an undercover assignment that went horribly wrong. A blown identity and the life of a little girl was lost, caught in the crossfire.”

He wiped his hand over his face, the smell of blood and smoke still clinging to his skin. “Her mom had been a kid and on drugs, and her grandmother was raising Violet.”

“She got under your skin, didn’t she?”

“Aye.” Killian winced, thinking what an understatement. “Beatrice Morris made the best blueberry muffins I’d ever tasted.” They had taken some of the loneliness away while he was undercover.