a safe distance still between them, but she was definitely listening to his ramblings. Those dark, soulful eyes held a spark of interest, fighting to blossom.
“I told you the hamburger was better. I’ll keep bringing them if you keep eating them. But you can’t tell anyone or I’ll get in trouble. I was supposed to be with the horses today, but I knew you’d be pissed if I missed my visit. Trust me, a female with a temper is nothing I want to deal with. I already got your mistress to handle, and she’s enough for anyone.”
He paused. Pinky waited. Her ears pricked.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you yesterday Devine and I finally saw some action. Sweet heaven. Found a hijacked car and got to go on a real car chase. Reminded me of the good old days in the Bronx. Man, some of that shit was fun. Ended up being some teen who stole it for a joyride, nothing serious, but damned if that didn’t liven up a weeknight. Feel bad for the kid, though—he’s going through a rough time, and he’s got no one to look out for him. No parents, and in foster care. Like you. I know a shelter isn’t the best place, but at least you’re warm, safe, and fed, right? No one’s gonna hurt you anymore. But it’s not gonna be easy. You gotta fight. I can’t do it for you. Up to you. Just hope you make the right decision. Hope the kid does the same.”
Arilyn eased back, not making a sound, and turned the corner. Her body shook. Her throat seized up with such raw emotion, she didn’t know what to do. Stone was a liar. She may have rescued Pinky, but Stone was the one who could save her. He took his precious time to come and visit. He pretended not to care about anyone or anything other than his job, but it was a façade. He cared, deeply, but he hated to show or admit it.
The possibility he could grow to care about her shook her foundation.
What was happening to her? When had their relationship turned from dislike, to passion, to a powerful liking with the hope of more?
Arilyn made her plan and waited.
STONE CHECKED TO MAKE sure the coast was clear and then snuck out of Pinky’s cage. She was getting better, but like any girl, she was stubborn. Wasn’t gonna come around easy. Still, he didn’t mind hanging out talking for an hour. It was even better than seeing a shrink, because he was able to say whatever he wanted without judgment or being given a plan to fix him.
Pinky didn’t give a shit.
He muttered under his breath about the stupid name she’d been stuck with, but at least Arilyn had had good intentions. He’d head to the horse barn, pick up a few tips, and go home for his shift.
He turned the corner and almost bumped into her.
Stone stopped short. God, she was beautiful. With her hair snagged in a casual ponytail, she wore jeans, boots, a loose jersey, and a purple scarf wrapped around her neck. Ever since their dinner that turned into pizza and a rousing game of Pictionary, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He should be obsessed with the prospect of sex, which he was, no doubt, but the fact that he had actually enjoyed himself on a date with her grandfather and senior neighbor bothered him. It screamed of an intimacy he hadn’t experienced in years.
“Hi,” he finally said, keeping cool. Better off to twist the truth with fiction. “Just wanted to check on Pinky. How’s she doing?”
Her brow lifted. “That’s nice of you. Actually, we have a big problem. I don’t know what we’re going to do.”
“About what?”
“She can’t stay here much longer. They lost the behaviorist and ran out of foster homes. She’s not good with other dogs, so most other shelters are out because of the overcrowding issue.”
“You can take her in, right? You said you always foster dogs.”
“Usually I could, but I’m watching my friend Kate’s dog for the next two weeks. She’s going on her honeymoon and she needs me. His back legs are paralyzed, so he needs careful watching.”
Concern hit him. “So, what happens?”
“Anthony may need to send Pinky away to a shelter out of state. It could be traumatic, but we may not have any choice. Maybe you can ask around? See if there’s someone you know who could take her in?” Her voice softened