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The next morning, Emma awoke to find herself more rested than she could remember being in the past few weeks. While contemplating whether or not to check on Steve, she inhaled and stretched her arms above her head. That's when she smelled it.

Coffee.

"Oh Steve, I believe you are a god," Emma said with a laugh before heading across the hall to the bathroom. After brushing her hair and throwing it into a ponytail, she headed downstairs only to discover an empty kitchen. She stilled her movements and listened carefully for a moment. Steve was nowhere to be seen or heard. Shrugging her shoulders, Emma moved to the coffee pot. There she found an empty mug waiting for her. She poured herself a cup before adding two sugars.

As she took her first sip, she noticed a newspaper on the counter. The picture on the cover captured her attention immediately. Steve was placing handcuffs on this man, and she honestly swore she'd never seen a sexier sight in all her life. Transfixed by the photo and article, she braced her elbows against the counter and began to read.

She was interrupted several minutes later by a male voice.

"Sweet Jesus," an unfamiliar voice practically groaned. Emma's eyes widened before she turned around to see a man standing in the doorway to the kitchen with his eyes glued to her body. Emma immediately realized that her shorts were a little too short and tight. Her face flushed crimson.

"Um, you seen Steve?" the guy asked while his gaze moved over her curves.

"Who are you?" Emma asked.

"Oh, I'm Danny. Steve's partner," the guy said before stepping forward to offer his hand in greeting. Emma eyed him carefully before tentatively reaching out to accept his handshake. This was the guy Steve had mentioned at dinner the night before. She felt relief course through her system when she saw his badge attached to his belt. He was only a few inches taller than her and had sandy blonde hair. He was attractive, and had a distinct New Jersey accent.

"I'm Emma, and I haven't seen Steve this morning," she said. "You want coffee?"

"I appreciate the offer, but I've got to get to work," he said with a smile.

"Oh okay," Emma replied before something past his shoulder caught her eye. Steve had just entered the house. From the looks of it, he'd been out for a run. Sweat glistened on his face and bare chest. Emma lost the ability to think as he came closer.

After slapping Danny on the back, Steve moved his gaze to look at the petite woman standing in his kitchen. His already dry mouth turned to cotton as he took in her appearance.

"Damn," he whispered softly.

"How was the run?" Danny asked with a smirk on his face.

"Huh?" Steve asked tearing his gaze away from Emma, who had buried her face behind the newspaper.

"Nothing, man," Danny chuckled. "We got a case."

"Alright, I'll be down in five," Steve said while looking at his partner. As he turned to leave the kitchen, he cast one more glance at Emma. Do not even go there a voice in his head shouted. Steve grimaced slightly before heading upstairs. As he showered and got ready for work, he kept telling himself that he needed to get his mind out of the gutter where Emma was concerned.

When Steve returned downstairs, Emma was seated at the kitchen table eating a piece of toast while Danny sat across from her talking animatedly about Grace.

"She's the best kid, Emma," Danny said with a smile.

"She sounds like it," Emma returned. "I'd love to meet her."

"You'll love her," Steve said from behind her. Emma turned to face him with a smile.

"I bet," she said.

"Listen, Em, we've got to head in. Are you going to be okay by yourself here?" Steve asked.

"Of course," Emma replied.

"Here are the keys to my truck, and here's my cell number. Call me if you need anything at all. There's a GPS in the truck if you want to go anywhere," Steve said as he handed her a set of keys and a piece of paper. "Do me a favor though. If you leave the house, please text me to let me know."

"Thanks, Steve," Emma said accepting the keys and paper. "I'd love to do that but Riley took my cell phone before I left. So I'm phoneless right now."

"Good thinking, Sullivan," Steve said with a smile. "Tell you what. I'll go by the store, add a line to my plan, and bring the phone back to you in a few hours. Is that okay?"

"Sure, but let me give you some money to get a phone," Emma said before standing up to get her purse. Steve stopped her by gently grabbing her arm.

"No way I'm taking money from you, kid," Steve said before pulling away from her. Damn, he thought. Even touching her caused his insides to heat. He was seriously going to have to get a grip and quick.

"But," Emma protested as Steve and Danny made their way to the front door.

"No buts, Em," Steve said. "I'll see you soon."

And with that, he left a stunned Emma standing in his living room.