“That night in the Bronx,” Arilyn said. “When you shot that man, and beat him up. The wife was pregnant, wasn’t she?”
“Yeah. Five months. The baby was okay, though. She got lucky.”
They stayed together for a while, not speaking. He’d never experienced comfort without sex, and he allowed himself to surrender to the embrace and the woman he was in love with.
“I’m so sorry, Stone. Thank you for telling me.”
He thought about where they could go from here. Still, there was no way it would work. He was a stubborn SOB, a lifelong bachelor, and had no desire to set up a future with children and dogs and a white picket fence. It would be good for a while. Real good. But then he’d work one too many late nights, go back to eating shitty food, lose his temper, and begin disappointing her. The spiral would begin.
“Come to bed with me.”
The invitation was more than physical. It was an askance of the next step for them both.
Stone pulled back and stared at her beautiful face. Stroked her swollen lips. Cupped her cheeks. Kissed her again.
“I can’t, Arilyn. I can’t do this.”
Pain and grief flickered in those green eyes. “You can. You’re choosing not to try.”
“I’m choosing not to disappoint you. It’s better this way. You’re better off without me.”
She pushed him away and he let her. He got himself together, disposed of the condom, and when he came back, she was frozen in place, her arms wrapped around her chest, squeezing tight, as if desperate for warmth. Something broke inside of him and Stone realized he’d never be whole again. Still, he didn’t reach for her.
He believed he was doing the right thing. Better now than later. Better now before it was too much for both of them.
He stopped at the door. “I’ll bring Pinky over in the morning.”
Her words were cold and deliberate. “Don’t. I’m asking you to keep her longer, Stone. You don’t have to be there for me. I’ve learned I’m strong and can heal. But Pinky needs to believe in something, and for now, that’s you. If you let her go, you’ll break her heart. And she may not heal from that.”
His eyes burned as he reached for the knob. “I’ll think about it.”
He left.
twenty
I LOST HIM.”
Tears streamed from her eyes, and a horrible hiccupping sob kept escaping her lips. She’d officially lost it. No breathing or meditation or calm reflection for her. She was falling apart in a wreck of emotion, and thank God, her only audience was her best friends.
After Stone left, she spent the rest of the night in a numb state, trying to accept that she’d lost the battle. She got dressed for work the next morning, followed her strict routine, and managed to keep it together for the first few hours at Kinnections. Then when Kate and Kennedy popped their heads into her office to ask about Stone, she completely broke down.
“Oh, sweetie!” Kate took her in a tight embrace. “Kennedy will hurt him for you.”
“Hell, yes I will. What happened? Oh my God, did he cheat? Get nasty? Lie?”
Arilyn gulped and dashed away her tears. “N-N-No. I told him I loved him, and he couldn’t handle it, so he left.”
Kennedy groaned. “I told you not to confess it yet! The son of a bitch got spooked!”
“Stop yelling at her,” Kate said. “She did the right thing telling him the truth. Arilyn can’t handle deception well. Maybe he’ll come back?”
Arilyn hiccupped again. “No. He’s not coming back. He even wanted to give back Pinky. I hate him!”
“We do, too.”
Arilyn shook her head. “No, I really love him. Ugh, he was supposed to be my transitional. How did this happen? I didn’t even like him at first.”
“He used sex to blind you to his deficiencies,” Kennedy said. “It’s like men get a training session in how to do that and not put down a toilet seat.”
“I hate crying! I’m so pissed, I want to do something crazy.”
Kennedy jumped up from the couch. “I’ll call Gen. We’ll dress up, go out, get trashed, and torture men.”
Arilyn gave a half laugh when Kate nodded frantically. “Yes, that’s good. Let’s do it.”
“It’s three o’clock,” Arilyn pointed out. “It’s a workday.”
“Not anymore!” Kate announced. “We’re closing up for the day and heading out. I’ll come with you to your place, and we’ll all meet at Mugs. Deal?”
“Done,” Kennedy said.
“I don’t think solving problems with alcohol is a good idea,” Arilyn said weakly.