of your lot helped to manage anger. When she struggled with her mother’s death and was ripped apart by rage, Poppy took her to the veterans hospital and showed her all the men and women who’d had their world ripped from them, too. Seeing the physical and emotional injuries and how they fought to not only survive but to live gave her some peace. It also gave her the strength she needed to begin sorting through her rage.
Screw you, Stone Petty. I won’t tell my secrets either.
She couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday. His confession stunned her. The proof she knew nothing about him and he’d never voluntarily share anything of himself confirmed how wrong he was for her. Of course, she hadn’t dumped her own truth about what had happened with her ex. But a divorce? Couldn’t he have given her a hint before, even in the counseling session? She was greedy to know all the details. How badly had he been hurt to find his wife cheating on him? They shared such an intimate, raw experience in two different worlds. Instead of feeling closer to him, he seemed miles away. His confession came out snide and cold, making her feel intrusive. She’d only wanted to help, but he was determined to keep his past and his emotions private. Refused to share.
They’d only shared a kiss. Well, two. Yes, they may have been earth-shattering to her, but it was another reminder that physical contact with Stone meant nothing. He’d never open himself up to more. Arilyn refused to acknowledge the sadness that accompanied the fact. She’d already known they wouldn’t work. The fact that she was suddenly despondent over the truth annoyed her.
Stop thinking about him.
Her gaze swiveled in rebellion. He surprised her again. Seems the staff at the Verily Soup Station knew him well. After some manly thumps on the shoulder, high fives, and general caveman talk, Stone took up an apron without any instruction from her and got to it. Watching him engage with the crowds that lined up squeezed her heart in a very bad way.
He seemed like one of them. With his usual cap perched sideways like some gangster, his worn T-shirt stretched over his wide shoulders, and faded jeans clinging to his tight rear, he was completely mouthwatering. She noticed he towered over the other guys, his fingers gripping the large spoon with a masculine grace she usually didn’t spot in such musclebound men. Legs braced apart, an easy grin on his face, he greeted them by name, talked sports, and never broke his stride. Luther and Eli kept looking at him with a faint twinge of admiration she’d never spotted before. The black sheep was getting some recognition. Too bad she wasn’t happy.
Too bad she was so pissed off.
Arilyn kept her distance and concentrated on helping Luther and Eli, making sure there was plenty of space between them at the table. The three hours whizzed by, and she made sure to stay busy as she wrapped up the session, thanked the director of the kitchen, and transitioned out.
“Do I smell?”
Arilyn jerked around at the deep growl of voice from behind. His brows snapped in a ferocious frown. Arms crossed, hip cocked, he studied her with a mocking judgment that made her temper soar in familiar tempo. “Excuse me?”
He didn’t seem to care that they were on a public street. Pedestrians hurried back and forth, heads ducked from the late fall wind. Cars rushed by, and low chattering filled the air with the steady stream of customers entering the soup kitchen. She took a few steps toward the edge of the building for breathing room. He ignored her request, stepping forward and blocking both the wind and her view with his big body. She shivered under his drilling gaze. “I asked if I smell bad. Because you’ve been avoiding me like the plague since Tuesday, and it’s starting to piss me off.”
She pressed her lips tightly together. “Maybe you’re being paranoid. You’re not my only client, Officer. I can’t dedicate all my time to you. I’m sorry if you thought differently.”
Arilyn tried to push past, but he refused to budge. “I’m not your damn client. And every time you use that snotty tone of voice to call me ‘Officer,’ I want to kiss you again until you shut up and apologize.”
He was crude, and rude, and impossible. Why had she ever thought for a moment something could work with them? Or had she? Maybe her