How could this work? How could she possibly counsel him when he’d refused from the very first second to take directions from her? She knew his type well. The know-it-all, superior, “I am God” complex many cops had. Of course, she understood the motivations behind it. Dealing with the underside of human nature eventually takes a toll. She’d counseled cops before, but never one with so much burning energy and . . . darkness.
Arilyn dragged in a breath and picked the paper up again. This was ridiculous. She couldn’t pull out now. She’d study his chart, his past, and try to find a route that would work.
After scanning the details of the scene that had forced him into anger management class, her heart softened. He’d tried to protect a child. Yes, his career may be taking pieces from his sanity without him realizing it. She’d need to dig deep into his past and his brain to try to help.
The image of his dark brown gaze boring into hers ripped another shiver from her body.
He was a walking disaster. Smoker. Drinker. A murky past. He’d been involved in another domestic abuse episode in the Bronx. Left a year ago. For peace and quiet? Perhaps. But one thing she had learned was that even Verily had its darkness.
She tapped a finger against the manila folder. She’d need to tread carefully with this one. Make sure he knew from the outset who was in charge.
Arilyn hoped she could pull it off.
three
STONE KNEW WITHIN two minutes he’d rather have gone to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. Or passed a kidney stone. Hell, he would’ve even agreed to be tortured by a drug lord for hours rather than deal with this nightmare.
Anger management sucked.
He tried not to sneer at the other two participants as they sat in their cushioned folding chairs and focused their attention on Arilyn Meadows like two kiss-ass students looking for an A from the teacher. Dude one seemed like an intimidating kind of guy who had a serious case of road rage. Good-looking, with spiky brown hair, blinding white teeth, a nice build, and an obvious horn dog. He seemed way too eager to please Arilyn. His gaze stripped her, his smile seemed too smug, and he tried to keep her questions directed at him. He was too physically eager. Like, maybe if he tried seducing her, he’d get out of class early.
Like that was ever gonna happen under Stone’s watch.
Dude two was an African American guy with glasses who seemed the intellectual type, enthusiastic about overcoming his societal issues to restore and heal the gaps in the relationship with his spouse. Yeah, big words, convoluted speaking, definitely some type of teacher. Stone wondered what he looked like when he lost his temper. Could be fun to find out.
“Officer Stone Petty?”
He shook his head and focused on her face. He’d been hoping to walk in and realize that strange connection between them was gone. Counted on putting his time in with no distractions by a pretty hippie with an enchanting scowl and a rocking body.
Yeah. Scratch that.
It had actually gotten worse. The zing of energy in the air practically sizzled like greasy bacon in a hot pan. She knew it, too, just chose to ignore it. The slight widening of those green eyes and the tiny catch of breath in her throat confirmed her own reaction. The pure rush of satisfaction that wracked his body screamed of trouble. This was no woman he could tumble quickly and walk away from in the morning. Unfortunately, his cop instincts burned to figure her out. Craved to know if her surface matched up with the depths of the woman beneath.
He didn’t think it would.
In his gut, Stone Petty thought she was a big liar. Push past her sweet, serene, flowing do-gooder façade and who knew what type of woman he’d find? Why did he suspect a wild streak buried somewhere? The moment he began baiting her, she rose to the occasion. She pretended to be all calm and centered, but an angry energy radiated around her and damned if he didn’t recognize it well. Maybe because he lived it. Was it possible Arilyn Meadows was a complete fake? Did she own an actual temper and backbone?
It would be damn fun trying to find out. Anything had to be better than her boring Buddha-like attitude.
She waited for him to answer, seemingly calm and patient. “Officer?”
“Yeah?”
Arilyn gestured to the other men. He’d forgotten their names already. “Eli and Luther have shared the circumstances that brought them to this class. Would you like to elaborate a bit on your own story?”
No. God, he hated sharing, especially in circles with strangers. Why did women always want to talk about their feelings? Didn’t actions speak louder than words anyway?
“I was called into a situation. It got out of hand. I lost my temper.”
She tilted her head. Long, silky strands of rich strawberry gold slid over her shoulders and wrapped around her waist. He wondered what she’d look like naked, with all that glorious hair spread out over white sheets. Did she think her casual clothes hid her body? The Lycra pants clung like second skin and caressed like a lover, emphasizing every subtle curve. The hard tips of her small breasts pushed against her tank top in a lovely game of peekaboo. Her skin was fair, with a nice array of freckles he’d love to explore. A slight frown marred her brow at his obvious perusal.