Searching for Always(42)
Arilyn knew she should be happy. Hell, it was great progress, especially with Stone’s backup confirmation, but she kept thinking about that empty doghouse. She sensed a presence there, but who knew what type of shape the dog was in? “Any possibility of getting it checked out earlier? I’m worried.”
Anthony sighed. “I know. We all are, but this business requires patience. Move too fast or get sloppy and we don’t get any results. Right?”
“Yeah, right.” That depression was slipping back over her. “Thanks for calling, Anthony.”
She hung up and tapped her fingers on the desk. Usually she was the embodiment of patience. Waiting for karma to kick in. Waiting for justice. For happiness. For . . . everything.
She was tired of being passive in so many areas of her life. Opening her heart and hoping for good things.
Maybe some action was needed in order to make a difference. She didn’t want to hang around anymore like a good girl. She wanted results.
Tonight.
When the idea took root and flowered, she refused to doubt herself.
Arilyn made her decision and got back to work.
eight
HOW’S ANGER MANAGEMENT?”
Stone shot his partner and friend a withering look. Taking a long pull of beer, he chalked up his cue stick to buy some time for his next shot. After stalking the station for the past few nights because he had nothing better to do, Chief Dick was pulling him off suspension in two more days. Sure, he might get stuck with the night shift, but it was better than nothing.
“Sucks.”
“Is your teacher hot?”
His fingers jerked around the stick. Yes. Unfortunately, Arilyn Meadows was too hot for his taste, and he couldn’t afford to get burned any longer. Their conversation at Kinnections had been . . . disturbing. He’d ached to walk over and kiss her, soothe away the sting of pain in her eyes and replace it with want. Dirty, lewd sex was okay.
Not tender, emotional crap. Ugh.
That’s when he knew she was big trouble.
Her words haunted him last night. The way she admitted to her past and all its ugliness. He’d assumed she lived some type of enchanted life in an ashram where everyone sang “Kumbaya.” Wrong on all counts. Losing both parents so tragically had to take a toll. Yet she’d fought through and not only survived but flourished. She actually gave a crap about others, too. He knew people who led charmed lives and didn’t care about making anyone else’s better.
Yeah. She was big trouble, all right.
He needed to complete the course, prove to his captain that he had his life together, and return to his normal routine. Normal may be a bit lonely, but it worked. The ups and downs of complicated relationships just wasn’t for him. His past marriage had taught him well.
But damned if he still didn’t want to have one night of dirty sex with his teacher.
“Yeah, she’s hot. But a pain in the ass.”
“How so?”
Stone lined up and took the shot. The six ball sank in the corner pocket. “We met her before. Arilyn Meadows. Remember the domestic abuse case with Genevieve MacKenzie and David Riscetti? She called it in.”
His partner whistled. “Damn. How’s that for karma? She so did not like you. Thought you ate too many donuts. Liked me a lot, though.”
Stone glared. “Yeah, what woman doesn’t like you, dude? She’s everything I’m not.”
His partner grinned, those shiny white teeth mocking his own dull ones from years of smoking and too much coffee. “Like what?”
“Vegetarian. Buddha worshipper. Believes breathing staves off criminal intent. Probably refuses to kill ants or spiders, cleanses her colon on a monthly basis, and stalks fur warehouses to vandalize for the greater cause.”
Devine nodded his head. The dim lights flickered, highlighting white-blond hair and reminding Stone of a real-life Gabriel. The guy was pure Hollywood and recruited female groupies on a regular basis. He also rarely got embarrassed, backed him up in any situation, and was the best shot Stone had ever seen. When they got a chance to shoot.
Devine gave him the famous smirk that would make Pitt weep. “Maybe you need to change it up a bit. The women you usually date haven’t worked out well. Try someone different.”
Stone snorted. “Yeah, after one night that one would be sniffing after china patterns and picking baby names. No, thanks. I don’t need that type of complication.”
“Why not?” He jerked and screwed up the shot. Devine gave a snort of laughter. Bastard.
“I’m just sayin’ there’s nothing wrong with hooking up more than one night with a good woman. Just because the last one screwed you doesn’t mean they’re all like that. Maybe she’ll surprise you.”