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.
Kennedy rolled her eyes. “Darlin’, it’s the only thing we have left. Get your ass in gear. We’re drinking.”
This time Arilyn didn’t protest, just followed them out.
“DUDE. WHAT’S UP WITH you?”
Stone maneuvered the car through the packed streets of Verily. People were out in droves to shop before the holidays rolled in, and the stores were taking full advantage. The town pulled out all the stops to draw crowds. Even now, the streetlamps were strung with cheerful white lights, and shop windows competed with displays of food, clothing, or art to draw in pedestrians. Dogs and their owners lined up at the Barking Dog Bakery for treats, and people strolled sipping espresso, holding large bags, and giving in to the draw of the upstate river town that charmed with an innate grace and character.
Stone grunted. He spotted Pinky in the rearview mirror, staring out the window at the other dogs with perfect manners. After that first day at the station, he’d brought her in twice more, and suddenly his coworkers were getting all weird. Even Chief Dick said it was okay to bring her in every day as long as she behaved. As if Pinky realized she was the new police mascot, her confidence spiked and she now preened for them all. Dunn began feeding her the damn Munchkins from Dunkin’, and McCoy bought her a frickin’ squeaky toy. Even