Searching for Always(24)
An odd expression skittered over her face. Those green eyes darkened, as if his saying her name aloud affected her on some level. He panted for breath, challenging her with his direct stare, and that crackle of electricity went berserk between them. She caught the vibe, because her mouth did a little O and she took a tiny step back in complete denial.
Sexual attraction. Well, damned if that wasn’t a kick in the ass. She felt it just as strongly as he did.
The question was what to do about it.
Her tongue dragged over her lower lip in a complete nervous gesture. “Umm, sorry. Stone. You did well.”
He ached to make her say it again, but it was already way too weird between them. “Good. Can I go?”
“Not yet. I need you to do me a favor.”
He laughed. “Somehow, I’m not feeling too charitable.” He turned away to dismiss her, but her voice cracked like a whip in the air, making him freeze.
“I’m not asking.”
His brow shot up. Was she serious? Her jaw tightened in that stubborn gesture he was beginning to spot, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Are you blackmailing me?” he asked in a dark tone.
“Of course not! I need you to take a ride with me out to a property. I suspect a dog is being abused and I want to get an overview of the situation.”
He didn’t respond. Just studied her. Definitely defensive. Almost like she didn’t like pushing him but was forced to, due to the circumstances. No way. She wasn’t getting away with bullying him to do something in the name of his job. “As you like to point out, I’m suspended. I can’t do anything in an official capacity.”
She practically snarled. “Since we already called the police, who refused to do anything to help, that won’t be a problem.”
“That’s what the animal protection groups are for,” he shot back. “Unless we witness a crime being committed, we’re not allowed to prowl through people’s backyards ’cause we want to. We have what’s called the Constitution and all.”
“Right. So we’re supposed to sit around while we know an animal is being abused, waiting for the proper paperwork.”
He shrugged. She wasn’t saying anything he hadn’t seen and fought with on his own. “Some departments have an animal advocate they can call in, but the town can’t afford it. Bureaucracy is a bitch. Sorry it’s not like in the movies and all. Call the dog rescue people or something. Good luck.”
“You’re still going with me.” She grabbed the giant cloth thing she called a purse and yanked it over one arm. “It’s on Bluebird Avenue on the dead end. Do you know where that is?”
He spoke slowly. “I. Am. Not. Going. It’s a crappy part of town, I’m not on duty, and I don’t care about any animal not getting the luxury-hotel treatment you probably demand. What if the dog likes being outside? It’s good for them.”
Aww, great, now she looked like he had admitted to being a child molester. Pure horror carved out her features. “You can’t mean that,” she whispered. “You cannot be that cruel and . . . and . . . heartless!”
He wasn’t about to tell her the real truth. He hated dogs. Stone rarely admitted his fear, but the image from his past had never left him. He still heard the snarling and remembered the sharp teeth rip into his flesh, drawing blood. He’d only been about eight, walking down the street, and the guy had sicced his pit bull on him as a twisted joke. Stone came home with a bad bite and even worse memory. His father, of course, had called him a pussy.
He made sure to hide his weakness from the other cops by pretending he was too cool for an animal, especially one to feed, care for, and clean up after. So far it had worked like a charm, and he wasn’t about to let Arilyn Meadows screw up his ruse.
“Sorry to disappoint you, sweetness, but dogs are like rats. The world would be better off without them.”
She lifted her nose up in the air, her eyes growing cold. “I should’ve known you’d be no help. Still, you’re driving me out there to be my witness. We’ll snap some pictures for documentation. I’m not expecting the police to do anything, but this may speed up the response time from the Humane Society or ASPCA. Plus, being a witness in law enforcement will hold up my story. Let’s go.”
She marched out the door and didn’t even look back, ignoring his refusal. Did she ever give up? Stone had a gut instinct she’d be hell to deal with once she focused on saving something. Or someone. What a pain in the rear.
He followed her out. “You already kept me past my time. I have a date at the pool hall and I’m not gonna be late.”