me. She won’t bother anyone, and if she acts up, I’ll take her home. Okay?”
He waited for the jibes, jokes, and general insults. Instead, Chief Dick rolled his eyes. “Whatever. One bark and she’s outta here.” He dropped more papers on the desk. “Get to work.”
“Yes, sir.”
Dunn and McCoy snickered. “Did you go shopping for her, Petty? Going metrosexual on us, dude?”
He gritted his teeth and took it like a man. “Why don’t you go and sew a drag queen outfit, Make It Work Dunn?”
“Asshole. Hey, I saw you at the gym the other day. Was gonna have you spot me, but you were walking into some stretching class. What’s up with that, Petty? You lose your balls, too?”
“You wish. I took the boxing class beforehand and left my water bottle. But you could use a few stretches, Timmy boy. Maybe bust out something better than missionary position for the ladies.”
McCoy groaned in approval. Dunn gave him the finger and stalked off.
McCoy shook his head. “Rookie’s gonna freak. He hates dogs.” A glimmer lit his eyes. “Hey, can we put Rat Fink on his desk for when he comes in? That’ll be a hoot.”
Stone shrugged. “Sure, why the hell not.”
McCoy wandered off, excited to make someone else’s life a bit miserable, and Stone let out his breath. He glanced down at Pinky and winked. “We’re good for now. Take a load off.”
She collapsed back on the floor with a big doggy sigh and went to sleep.
IT WAS THE LAST day of anger management.
She was proud of what they had all accomplished together. One of her favorite things about the classes was getting to know people on such an intimate basis. The barriers were stripped; everyone got real and realized they weren’t alone. Luther and Eli had blossomed over the session, and she felt that they would approach life differently. She had really helped.
Arilyn looked around the firehouse. Strange emotions pumped through her, and she took a moment to reconnect with her center.
Six weeks and her life had changed. Six weeks since Officer Stone Petty had trudged through the doors with a scowl and stole her heart. He challenged her, pushed her, surprised her, angered her, and gave her everything she’d always wanted from a man. But she’d learned a valuable lesson from Jacob. One had to be willing and present within the relationship or it was doomed. Already she sensed Stone backing away over the past few days, trying to find his lost footing.
She sensed he loved her. It was in his touch, the way he gazed at her, the way he buried himself deep in her body with satisfaction and tenderness. But if he fought his emotions and refused to believe they could have something permanent, she may need to make a hard decision.
Stone Petty showed her she deserved better.
Five years with Jacob had trained her to accept and be grateful for any crumbs. No more. She was whole, and good, and had a ton of love to give to someone. She wanted a man brave enough to leap with her and not blame his limitations on his inability to love or commit.
Arilyn sighed and paced the empty space. He’d changed over the past few days. Kennedy would have said he got spooked. He cited work to explain his sudden distance, defensively telling her that he needed to do double shifts for a while. His calls were brief and to the point. Already her body and heart ached for him, but he needed to find his way back to her on his own. If he even wanted to come back.
She was done chasing a man who didn’t want her one hundred percent.
Stone had been right. She wasn’t cut out for a one-night stand or short affair. She craved . . . everything.
There was one final counseling session to complete. Arilyn knew it would be her greatest challenge. She needed to approach the session as a therapist, not his lover. He held one final secret, and if he didn’t admit and accept it, the wound would fester. She had sensed it from the beginning, but it hadn’t been the right time to push.
Now it was.
A heavy sadness pressed upon her. She could lose him before they even had a fair shot. But it wasn’t up to her anymore. The only thing she had left was to offer the truth. She loved him. He could fight it, accept it, or leave. Either way, she had to try, because that was her