Stone snorted. “That’s ridiculous. Well, of course she’s important; I don’t sleep with women I don’t like. Just don’t feel like getting into it.”
“Bullshit. You care about her, so you won’t give me the down-and-dirty details.” Devine shook his head in glee. “This is the best night ever. You got taken out by a dog and a woman in one shot.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Maybe. But I’m also right.”
Stone refused to answer. After all, his friend was being ridiculous. Just because he couldn’t stop thinking about her? Just because he felt addicted to her scent and taste and legs wrapped around his hips as he pumped inside her sweet body? No, it was the early flush of a new affair. A few more days, and the crazy need for each other would fade away.
He turned the car onto the dead-end street, but this time lights flickered around, and a variety of vehicles were lined up and down the street. A fire gave off smoke from the backyard. Stone’s instincts flared. Oh, yeah, something was going on here, and it was time he figured it out. Catching Devine’s excitement at some real action, his partner nodded and checked his gun.
“We got something, dude. Ready?”
Stone nodded, his cop radar going off in shrieks. “Let’s do this. Pinky, stay here.”
The dog perched on the seat, not blinking, and quietly watched him get out of the car and shut the door. She didn’t whine or cry or move.
Pride shot through him. She might not be a drug-sniffing warrior, or have the genes of a shepherd or Lab, but something told him she’d be a good partner for the road. She was, after all, a survivor.
Stone quickly pushed the thought aside and followed Devine down the road.
THE BUST WAS EVERYTHING he’d wished for and more. Drugs. Dog fighting. And finally, some damn justice for not only Pinky but Arilyn. They ended up rescuing a bunch of other dogs and nailing a major drug dealer. Stone was buzzed for hours and reminded once again why being a cop was worth it.
He couldn’t wait to tell Arilyn.
seventeen
ARILYN LOOKED AT the men before her. Dressed in shorts and tanks, they gazed at her a bit warily. She’d recruited them to the Tuck-N-Pack gym, where she occasionally taught a yoga class to help out the community. The private room she reserved was used for a hot yoga class, which incorporated steamy temperatures and a rousing ashtanga workout. She’d used it for many of her clients, including Kate’s husband, Slade, back in the day, and found the technique a good tool in breaking down barriers, especially ones leading to anger.
Unfortunately, she was quite distracted today. If Arilyn admitted the truth, she’d been fighting for focus the moment Stone took her to bed. Even now, her gaze kept getting stuck on his powerful bare thighs dusted with dark hair, the way his tank showed off his corded arms, the wicked glint of satisfaction in his inky eyes when he looked at her. Like he knew what she was thinking. And wanting.
Because he did.
Five days. Only five days, and already she craved him like all the bad things she kept away from her body. Sugar, caffeine, chocolate, alcohol, all the wonderful, terrible items in life that made one happy in the moment and miserable later on. Sex with Stone had now topped any impulse and appetite she’d ever owned before. It was awful.
It was wonderful.
They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Between their work schedules, driving back and forth to care for Pinky, and the scattered visits with Poppy and her newly adopted dinner guest Mrs. Blackfire, they met when night fell, tumbling into bed with an endless yearning that never seemed to be satisfied.
Arilyn tried to ignore the faint warning in the back of her mind. She didn’t want to fall in love with a man who intended to leave when the fun stopped. She tried to concentrate on the bruising pleasure he wracked from her body and told herself it would be enough. If only she hadn’t learned to look past his gruff, crude, annoying exterior and see the real man underneath.
A man who her friends liked. A man who showed up to have dinner with her neighbor and Poppy with a smile on his face. A man who helped with a dog he didn’t care for. A man who had told her in a casual way he’d made a drug bust at Bluebird and shut down a dogfighting ring in the process. He hadn’t given up investigating the house, even though everyone else had. When Anthony called her, telling her that a variety of shelters and the Humane Society were stepping in to help with the dogs, she’d turned to Stone with tears in her eyes and thanked him.
He just shrugged and told her she could make it up to him in bed.
Arilyn took a deep, calming breath and refocused.
“I’m going to take you through a demanding yoga routine. It’s commonly known as hot yoga, so we do the workout in a set temperature of one hundred degrees. I’ve placed water bottles by your side and checked with your respective physicians to be sure each of you is in proper health.”
Luther spoke up. “How is this supposed to help with anger?”
“Funny, I was gonna ask the same thing,” Stone drawled. “Sure this isn’t just a way to punish us and get your kicks, Teach?”
She narrowed her gaze, but his dancing eyes told her he was deliberately baiting her for a show. She smiled at Luther and ignored her lover. “Hot yoga is a great way to break down both your body and mind. We’ve been studying barriers and mental blocks that keep anger suppressed. Any exercise is excellent, but this is particularly cleansing. You’ll be uncomfortable, and when your mind fights, anger can take hold. The mat is a safe way to practice all the scary things in life, master them, and move on.”