His Sun Drop (The May Flowers Series), page 1
His Sun Drop Dee Ellis
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Emmet
I can recall with vivid detail the first time I saw her.
Bright and breezy on the first day of spring, I was already late as I rushed through midday traffic. Despite the busy sidewalks and the noise of the city, it was impossible to miss her.
Oblivious to the sunshine and the warm breeze, she was a vision in a bright yellow rain slicker and loud red rain boots. Besides being quirky and beautiful she held a handful of neon-colored leashes leading to half a dozen breeds of dogs. What a sight, that pretty flower.
I think I laughed out loud as I looked at her. I wondered later if that laugh caught her attention. Because bright blue eyes scanned the crowd before landing on me. For a moment of time the loud streets went quiet around us as our gazes locked.
Slowly a smile tilted her full pink lips before she bowed her head. As if she were shy. Hard to imagine the way she stood out in the crowd. But I liked how she softened suddenly. Something drew me to her, and I stepped off the curb to go to her.
Right into traffic where I nearly got ran over by a taxi.
“Holy hell! People are walking here!” I shouted with a one-finger salute.
It’s a moment that changed my life. Cornflower blue eyes locked on mine as they lit with humor. We were face to face—just her menagerie of cute mutts between us—when she giggled. Smiling a shy smile as if I amused her, she fucking giggled.
Struck stupid I stood there until horns blared and the crowd flooded in on us.
Something told me to capture the moment. Talk to her, get her name, and find out about all those dogs. Before I could, she was gone. Halfway down the street—the dogs leading the way—she glanced back once. Our eyes met long enough for me to feel a kick at my chest I would never forget.
Two weeks later we stand at the same corner again. I watch her with what I know is a stupid smirk at my face. Her lovely smile is nearly hidden by a huge straw hat and that shy tilt of her head. Once I get the signal to cross, I go. I check traffic this time.
“We meet again,” I start as we meet in the middle of the crowded intersection. My eyes clock the numbers on the crosswalk counting down.
“We did not meet before. You argued with a cabbie.” My brows pop up as she flushes after admitting she remembers me.
“Least I made an impression. I’m Emmet.” I press closer than is likely proper, glancing around at the bustling crowd as if to pin blame on them. It’s bullshit and the smile she flashes me says she knows it.
“That you did, Emmet. I am late. Also...I’m Sunni. See you later, Emmet.” I twist as she lets the dog’s work their way around me before they take her away.
“Wait! How will I see you later?” I twist to glance at the crosswalk, noting traffic’s about to end our moment.
“Around. Here or there.” I frown and start to go after her.
Spent the past few weeks kicking myself for not talking to her. For letting her get away. And I did it again. I start to rush after her before a horn honks and I jump back. Son-of-a-bitch.
Sunni is gone with her parade of pups.
But, she knows my name and I know hers.
Obviously, she takes her dogs—Christ I hope those aren’t all her dogs—for regular walks near my clinic. As I unlock the doors to my clinic and hear the welcoming chorus of my patients greeting me.
“Morning you ragamuffins,” I shout back with a smile before heading down the hall towards the kennels, “How are all my super troopers today?” I stop at every kennel to give every one of them a little attention.
Smiling as I think about that lovely girl and all those pups, I decide I wouldn’t mind it so much if they were all hers. Small price to pay.
All day I think about that pretty flower out in the sunshine. I wonder where she walks her pups to and where from. Wonder what she was late for. And what sort of impression I made that had her giggling at me again this week.
“Something has you in fine form today. Spill it.” By late afternoon my nursing assistant Georgia has had enough of my goofy smiles and sing-song. I sing when I'm happy. Usually boy band stuff.
To say it’s been awhile since she heard me belting N*Sync is an understatement.
“Georgia,” I pause for dramatic effect as I join her behind the front desk, sitting atop the back counter although I know that drives her crazy, “Pretty sure I just met the girl of my dreams.” Spinning in her chair to level a look at me, she snorts.
Georgia was there for the fallout when I found out my best friend—who I had known since college and opened my first clinic with—had been banging my fiancé for months. Also, Georgia is twice divorced and not a real big fan of romance in any form.
“Thought you met the girl of your dream once. Look how it turned out that time.” I shove her chair to send her sliding across the floor.
“Stop it. Wasn’t meant to be, clearly. This girl... it’s different. We are meant to be. Knew it the second I saw her.” Georgia’s smile softens as she shoves a pen into the bun atop her head.
“Tell me about her.” I rub my hands together as I prepare to tell her what little I know.
“Met her a few weeks ago,” This is a lie; of course, I barely said a word to her that first time, “Sunni. Bright and beautiful. Something about her seems quiet and soft. Makes me feel like I need to figure her out.” I know I am again smiling like an idiot but I don’t care.
“Soft, mysterious pretty girl. All I get out of you? Come on, Emmet. We share details.” Georgia is frisky for forty and she has zero issue detailing just how frisky. Unfortunately, she’s free with her details—I on the other hand never have any to share.
“We just met you sick old fuck,” We laugh together because I am barely five years younger but she barely looks older than twenty-five, “Give me some time. Besides, I am a gentleman. Gentlemen never... fuck.” I grunt when I see someone push through our front doors.
It’s her. Bright, beautiful Sunni. Sobbing as she carries one of her puppies clutched gently in her arms.
“Help. Her... her leash snapped... she darted into traffic. Help!” Georgia is around the counter quicker than I can blink, rushing to help her.
I go to her and gather her close against me as she loses it. Twisting into my chest she sobs and shakes, retelling the story too fast for me to make it out. As we follow Georgia back to the exam room, I get enough to paint the picture.
“We will take care of her. Don’t worry, sweetheart.” I draw her tighter against my chest as she clutches at me, seeking comfort I want no one but me giving her.
Sunni watches Georgia prep her pup for an exam and I smile as I give her shoulders a squeeze. I can see how much this dog means to her. That speaks to me. People who love animals are good people, if you ask me.
“Let me take care of her for you.” I start to twist away and Sunni yanks me back and peers up at me with soft, sweet eyes.
“Please, Emmet. Gidget... I just rescued her a few months ago, but she’s like... she’s all I have.” My chest twists at her words and I drop a wildly inappropriate kiss at her forehead.
“I will take care of you both, sweetheart.” She beams up at me.
Something starts in that moment; as I smile back at her something passes between us.
Sunni wants to trust me—and I’ll do whatever it takes to earn her trust.
Operation save Gidget begins.
Sunni
May be the worst time ever to get swoony and turned on.
A dick on a bike trampled my poor little pup Gidget while we were at the dog park. A park I go to every single day with not just Gidget but all the dogs I walk.
Normally our walks all go without incident. Today I was a bit distracted, honestly. After bumping into Emmet this morning—for the second time—I was sure I had made him up last time—I was less than focused.
Not only is Emmet gorgeous with thick dark hair, soft brown eyes and a body that fills out his scrubs, he seemed sweet and kind. Plus, he worked with animals. Anyone who likes animals scores high on my charts. Not that I have charts. Or keep scores.
If I did though? Emmet would score off the chart, no doubt.
Watching him as he tends to my precious pup, I am fascinated with every single move he makes. His thick arms bunch and flex as he passes a big hand over her fluffy fur and coos down at her. Jesus, the man is hot and adorable. Double whammy.
Earlier today during my morning walk, I thought he was flirting with me. Last time we met—we never spoke so I don’t know how that counts as a meeting—he caught my attention after stepping into traffic. Like always I was too shy to talk to him.
I watched him cross the stre
“Sunni,” I shudder a little when he smiles up at me and focuses his attention on me, “Gidget’s palmar paw seems to be broken. I want to run some x-rays to check for internal injuries. Tough little cookie you got here, sweetheart.” I flush as he pins me with those dark eyes.
“Tell me she will be okay.” Emmet comes over to bend in front of me as his nurse wheels Gidget into an adjoining room.
“I promise. I am glad you brought her to me right away. I will take good care of her.” His large hands drop to my thighs and I feel sparks of heat shoot through me as if his fingertips ignited me.
“Never had a leash snap on me before. All my dogs... and it’s her it happens to.” Shaking my head, I swipe at my tears angrily.
“Well, I hate that she got hurt. Hate that you are upset. But it brought you here to my clinic. I don’t hate that.” Emmet has mastered the smolder.
Unable to look away from his handsome face as he gazes up at me, I feel more than sparks lick through me. Something hungry and needy twists in my chest and between my legs. Leaning closer, as if pulled in by whatever is behind that look of his, I drop my hands atop his. He stuns me with a sexy crooked smile, lacing his fingers with mine.
“You... you don’t?” I could face-palm myself for my lack of cool.
“Said we would see each other again. Shitty circumstances, sure. But I am damn glad it seems you were right, sweetheart.” His hands sink into my thighs as I make a noise that embarrasses me.
Emmet comes closer and my eyes watch his mouth. A beautiful sensual mouth. I want to lick it. Bite the full bottom one. Flushing, I dip my head because it is not like I would ever act on it. But I want it.
“Sunni, I want to....” Behind him the door bangs open and his nurse smirks at us as if she caught us doing something we shouldn’t be.
“Flirt later stud. Sweet pup needs your attention now.” Biting back a smile, I look away because I do feel like we were caught. At what, though?
“Coming, Georgia. Wait here for us. We will be back before you know it.” Emmet pushes away, giving my thighs a squeeze and winking at me.
I go girly and flushed at the idea of someone like him flirting with me. Impossible. He’s gorgeous, charming, and clearly successful with his own clinic. Men like Emmet don’t flirt with women like me.
Dog walker. Wallflower. Virgin.
Shame that I know all too well washes over me. Boring virgin panting over a hot doctor. A doggie doctor but a doctor, nonetheless. Sounds like a bad joke. Or a trashy novel. Either way it does not sound like reality.
Not a reality that happens to someone like me. I walk dogs for a living because I love animals more than people. It pays my bills and doesn’t force me to interact with people. I don’t ‘people’ very well.
“Sunni,” My head pops up and I jump from my seat as my name is called, “Can we do some paperwork while Emmet takes care of your Gidget?” Georgia smiles at me and leads me out of the office to another room.
Handing me a bright yellow clipboard covered with cute stickers of cats and dogs, we sit at her desk. Georgia says little but helps plenty as I fill out all the papers they need. Not sure how I plan to pay for this but I'll make it work. Anything for my little Gidget.
“I should say... Emmet has never been as cute as he was fawning and flirting over you.” Georgia winks at me as I hand her back the clipboard.
“Flirting? Oh... no, no. We just... we just met. We don’t even know each other.” Bowing my head, I play with the strings on my jean shorts.
“Oh honey, you will know him now. You can go see your little precious pup because her x-rays came back clear. Some bruising, the break he mentioned, but your little lass will recover.” Tears flood my eyes and I let out a huge shaky breath.
Georgia kindly explains the forms and payments before sending me back to check on Gidget. Stepping into the room, my chest constricts at what I find. Emmet is crouched by the table, talking softly to Gidget. Her right hind leg is wrapped in a tiny yellow cast.
“Oh my little baby.” I cover my mouth and rush to his side to bend over her fuzzy figure.
“Your little baby is all good. Clean break so it will heal after a few weeks. Gave her something for the pain so she’s pretty pleased thing right now.” I bend to kiss her furry brown head and he chuckles, his hand at my back.
“Thank you. Thank you so much. I knew your clinic was close by. I knew you’d take care of her.” I could face-palm yet again. Way to admit I looked into the sexy doctor and found out where his vet clinic was. Nothing like admitting I was so anxious to find him again I stalked him after noticing the clinic name on his scrubs. Stupid, silly, Sunni!
“I am glad you came to me. Sunni, before I wanted to ask you to have dinner with me tonight.” My head shoots up from where I was nuzzling Gidget. Cocking it sideways until I am sure it’s comical, I laugh. Loud. Hard. Long. I laugh and Emmet just watches, rubbing the back of his neck.
“No, you didn’t. You saved my little Gidg you don’t have to take pity on me, Doc.” Emmet reaches out towards me and I feel my eyes go heavy when he grabs one of my braids and tugs it gently.
“Have dinner with me tonight. I want to see you. Would have asked you this morning or even the first time I saw you if I hadn’t been so struck stupid. You truly have no clue how stunning you are do you?” I swallow past the thickness in my throat and try to escape his stare.
“I mean... no?” I let out a sound when he tugs at my braid and brings me against his chest. His firm, wide, sexy chest that his scrubs define all too well.
“Look at me sweetheart,” I tip my head back because who ignores a command like that, “You are so stunning I have thought of nothing else since the first day I saw you. Can I see you tonight?” Suddenly I don’t want to wait till tonight and I don’t want to do dinner or anything else.
I want him to see me and I want to see him. Without those scrubs.
“Yes. You can see me tonight.” Emmet smiles bright and wide.
I feel like maybe, just maybe, he wants to see me too.
Emmet
Once Sunni agrees to dinner, I know I will be making her mine
For weeks I thought of nothing but her. Her flowing blonde hair and freckled skin and that bright slicker and rain boots. I hoped to run into her every single morning. Knew if I did there was no chance I was letting her get away.
Still, I almost let her get away. It won’t happen again.
Showing up twenty minutes before I told her I would with my arms full of groceries and her beloved pet, I just go to knock when the door swings open. I almost drop all our dinner and her injured dog.
She’s stunning in the sunlight and even crying all over me.
In a yellow wrap dress that shows off her creamy skin and soft curves she is breathtaking. Thick blonde waves bounce down her shoulders in loose waves. I have a vivid vision of pulling the string at her waist to bare her to me, tangling my hands in that thick hair and taking her right there in the doorway.
“Emmet?” She calls to me with a tilt of her head. A slow smile tilts her full mouth and I almost act on my filthy vision.
“Hey sweetheart. Gidget is passed out if you want to get her settled. Point me to the kitchen, let me get started.” I suddenly feel out of my element, confused, uncertain. It’s been a long time since I’ve been so attracted to a woman that I can’t focus. Not sure if that’s good or bad.
Good or bad here I am.
Following her in, I head to the kitchen just beyond the wide living room. Her place is earthy with mismatched furniture that still fit somehow, thick carpets thrown across the stone floors, and lots of plants and books lining a wall of bookshelves. I like it. It feels like her.
After getting Gidget settled, she joins me in the kitchen as I start to cook. Pouring us some wine, she sits at the narrow island and watches me intently. My hands shake as I spread out the fish and veggies. Never had a girl make me nervous before.
“Careful with those hands, Doc. Pretty sure they’re needed.” Sipping at her wine she watches me with sapphire eyes, a sexy smirk at her mouth.
