"Still up in the air, huh?"
"But we have an understanding."
What did that mean? An understanding about what? "Enlighten me, why doncha?"
"You can't have him."
No misunderstanding that. "Didn't say I wanted him." Arizona pushed away from the car, and Blondie took another quick step back. "At least, not for what you're talking about."
"No?"
"Definitely no. You want to screw him?" Her throat tightened, but she got the words out. "Have at it. More power to you."
Marla soaked in the words, analyzed them, and gave a slow smile.
Arizona didn't trust that smile one bit. "What's funny?"
Overflowing with good humor, Marla said, "You haven't slept with him, have you?"
How would she know that? She couldn't. "I never kiss and tell."
Marla shook her head. "Spencer said you were a one-night stand, a mistake, but now I know that was a lie."
A mistake? That dick. She'd make him pay for that. "You calling Spence a liar?"
"I'm just saying that he made up a story for some reason. Maybe to protect you somehow. I know he's a bounty hunter. Could be you're undercover with him or something."
Huh. What exactly did she think bounty hunters did? Mocking her assumptions, Arizona said, "That's some imagination you've got."
Marla shrugged. "All I know is that you haven't slept with him."
"You're sure about that, are you?"
"Absolutely." Marla oozed satisfaction, even leaned in to taunt Arizona. "If you'd ever had him, you'd feel differently about having him again."
She sounded so convinced, she piqued Arizona's interest. "Yeah? Why's that?"
With significance, Marla purred, "For one thing, he's big all over."
Arizona's heart almost stopped. In an appalled whisper, she asked, "You like that?"
Scowling, Marla pulled back. "Bigger is definitely better."
Visuals came to Arizona's mind, but she didn't have quite the reaction Marla seemed to expect. She wrinkled her nose. "If you say so."
Marla shivered with pleasure. "He's delicious."
Yeaaaahhhh, she'd let that one go. "You're saying that even though he's big, you don't feel … " She couldn't think of an appropriate word and settled for, "maybe threatened?"
"With Spencer? Of course not."
Hmm. Okay, so Spencer was extra tall, extra muscular, solid, and loaded with ability. He had never hurt her.
Contained her, yes. Hurt her, no. "So you like it that he's big?"
"That, and the man knows things."
Fascinating. What things could he know that she didn't, that Marla found not only acceptable, but good enough to want again and again? "Give me an example."
"I'm not telling you!"
Provoking her-because she really did want details-Arizona said, "That's what I thought. You can't give an example because you don't know."
"He's wonderful."
Arizona snorted. "Wonderfully pushy."
"He's considerate and patient."
"So is my bookie," Arizona told her, "but I wouldn't want to screw him." She shuddered at just the thought.
Taking the bait, Marla leaned forward again. "He's the best, most generous lover I've ever had."
"How many have you had?"
"My God." Gasping, Marla drew back once more. "That is none of your business!"
"You brought it up." Still ripe with curiosity, Arizona asked, "So what does Spence do specifically that's so awesome you'd be willing to fight for him?"
Marla blanched. "Fight? But … but I never said anything about fighting."
"No? So then what's this?" Arizona waved a hand between them. "Some sort of warped social call?"
Her mouth worked, but it took her a few seconds to get anything out. "He said you're a stalker."
Considering she'd broken in and watched him sleep, she couldn't deny that. "Ehhhh … maybe."
Marla found her courage again. "Well, whatever reason you're here, you might as well give up on the idea of having him. He's mine, and he's staying mine."
Spencer drove up and, looking horrified to see the women together, pulled into his driveway and slammed the truck into Park.
Lifting a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, Arizona watched him cross the yard in a fast, long-legged stride. He wore a frown of concern. Sheesh. What did he think she'd do to his girlfriend?
"Last chance to tell me what's so special about him." In bed.
"That's personal, so forget it."
Knowing there'd be no more Q & A, Arizona said to Marla, "Spoilsport." And then she waited for Spencer to reach them.
* * *
WHILE ARIZONA ACTED as if nothing had happened, Spencer continued to stew. He didn't know if she truly lacked all social graces, or if she enjoyed pushing his buttons in any and every way possible.
There'd be hell to pay with Marla. She'd already started to get clingy, and now, seeing Arizona as a direct threat, she'd probably double her efforts.
Just what he didn't need.
Since losing his wife three years ago, he'd occasionally given in to his baser urges. He was a grown man, and between long bouts of celibacy, he needed relief.
He didn't fault himself for that.
But giving in to Marla had been a huge mistake. Their close proximity as neighbors was sticky enough; the fact that she had marriage in her eyes should have been the clincher.
Unfortunately, a few months after she'd moved in, she'd caught him at a weak moment, a moment he regretted, and after that … well, he'd slept with her a total of three times.
Idiotic. And regrettable.
But that was all before meeting Arizona, and since meeting her … No, he hadn't wanted Marla.
Straddling a chair, Arizona watched him intently as he went about cooking dinner. There was a new attentiveness to her gaze that hadn't been there before. He didn't understand it.
He didn't understand her.
They hadn't said much since he'd more or less dragged her inside-away from Marla-with rushed excuses. He felt her amusement, and it nettled him. He felt her curiosity, and that worried him more.
"Food smells good."
Standing at the stove turning chops, Spencer glanced back at her. An olive branch? From Arizona? He wasn't fool enough to reject it.
"Thanks. We would have had steaks on the grill, but-"
"You didn't want Marla to see us together." Arizona grinned. "I get it." She lifted her hand as if shooting a gun. "The lady's got you in her sights and she's taking aim."
The microwave dinged, so he took out the potatoes. "Marla misunderstands the situation."
"Nah, I don't think so. She knows you're not hooked yet, or she wouldn't be so insecure about things." Snorting, Arizona added, "I can't believe you told her we slept together."
His neck stiffened. "It was as good an excuse as any."
"Yeah, maybe. But now she knows better."
Going still, Spencer swallowed a groan. "You told her?" Marla would likely ramp up her efforts if she knew the truth.
"Not really on purpose." Arizona's gaze was so intent, it burned him.
He split the potatoes and dropped in butter. He almost hated to ask, but … "How does that conversation accidentally happen?"
"When she found out I wasn't going all she-devil over the idea of you boinking her, she said she knew." Nonchalantly, Arizona added, "Something about you being such a stud-muffin in the sack that if I'd ever had a taste of what you have to offer, I'd be fighting tooth and nail to keep it all to myself."
Heat crawled up his neck. "That's baloney."
"Hey, she said it, not me. I was notably skeptical."
Figured. "Questioned my prowess, huh?"
"She didn't really mention your, er, prowess. She just said you're well hung."
He damn near dropped the plate of potatoes. Slowly, he turned his head to stare at her.
Unfazed, Arizona asked, "Wouldn't that just make things more unpleasant?"
Oh, God. No way was he prepared for this conversation. Later, maybe. After he'd had time to formulate what to say, how to reassure her. How to approach the conversation in a detached, casual … Who was he kidding?
He couldn't discuss the size of his junk with her. Not ever.
He cleared his throat and turned back to his food prep. "Just like women, to stand around gossiping." He could only imagine Marla's reaction to Arizona and her uncensored ways.
"You know, I asked her for specifics, but she wouldn't share."
He jerked around to face her again. "You asked Marla for details about me in bed with her?"
Arizona shrugged. "She made me curious with all her moony-eyed, drooling enthusiasm."