Maggie groaned. “Yep, getting asked by the younger generation how you handle it all sucks. Should we tell them the super secret to lifetime bliss?”
The group leaned in. Arilyn held her breath.
Maggie snorted out a laugh. “Gotcha! Trust me, there is no super secret. It’s a lot of hard work.”
Carina giggled. “And fights. Lots and lots of fights. Oh, and making up. And wrong choices.”
“And crying, lots of crying,” Alexa added.
“But it’s all worth it, as Mama Conte would say,” Maggie pointed out.
Then the three women linked arms. “You’ll figure it out. We did. Let’s go dance.”
The couples left for the dance floor.
Kate sighed. “Damn them. Why don’t they just tell us the real truth?”
Slade leaned over and kissed his new wife. “’Cause we already know, baby. And I’m going to make sure we never forget.”
Kate reached up and slid her arms around his neck. For a moment, they were lost in each other, alone. Just a bride and groom with a brand-new life stretching ahead of them.
“I love you, Slade Montgomery.”
“And I love you, Kate Montgomery.”
They kissed. And when Arilyn turned, Stone was staring at them with a mix of emotions in his eyes, so raw and so real, she wondered if she’d ever figure him out. Because for just a second, it looked like he also wanted what they had.
But that was impossible.
Arilyn reached out and touched his arm. Wanting to belong to him for a sliver in time, she sought connection. He answered the call, drawing her close, his arms wrapped tight around her waist. The music pounded, and guests chattered, and couples whispered.
“I want you.”
His words were stark. Stripped bare. No pretty words, or promises, or poetry. Yet Arilyn felt his wanting in her soul, and bones, and heart. She lifted herself up on the toes of her pretty shoes, and whispered the only answer in his ear.
“Take me home.”
fifteen
ARILYN IMAGINED A few things on their first night together. Pulling at each other’s clothes, slipping into a world of dreamy sensuality with little awkwardness and an all-encompassing, blistering heat. Somehow, in her fantasy, they didn’t walk into her bungalow at midnight and deal with a series of fantasy-popping occurrences beginning with Mrs. Blackfire.
They reached the porch and the slam of a door echoed in the quiet. The scrape of the walker warned her before she heard the familiar, hissing voice. “Officer Petty! There’s been a break-in at Arilyn’s house. I called the police, but they refused to send someone, and I’m going to sue the town.”
She heard his quick intake of breath. Hmm, he still wasn’t practicing the technique of drawing the air from his belly up to his chest. She’d have to go over that in class again on Monday. “If the police didn’t send someone, they didn’t think there was a break-in,” he pointed out. “What did you see?”
Her face lit with the excitement of a crime. “A young girl. Small, blond, braces. Wearing jeans with one of those shirts that show off her belly button, which is kind of ridiculous in this type of weather, and way too old for her.”
Arilyn turned, swinging her high heels from her fingers. She grasped for her own patience. Was it so wrong just to want to go inside and have sex without talking to anyone? “That’s Tina, my dog walker, Mrs. Blackfire. She was here to walk Robert. I’m watching him while Kate’s on her honeymoon.”
“Oh.” The brief disappointment quickly disappeared. “But she had something under her arm! She stole something from you! Why didn’t Patrick walk the dog? I don’t trust these young kids anymore. They don’t know the value of honest work.”
“Poppy had a field trip today, so I had Tina take over. I let her borrow a few books of mine; that’s probably what you saw under her arm.”
Her face fell. “Well, you should check anyway.” She pointed toward Stone. “I wasn’t pleased with the police response. They said that since she had a key, she wasn’t a burglar. In my day, it would’ve held true, but this is a new age. Burglars have keys now! We need