“As you gaze at your spot, empty your mind and concentrate on the breath. Let your body lead. You’re solid in the legs, unbreakable as the root of a tree. Bendable and open to the wind with your hands and upper body. Now go ahead and try when you’re ready.”
Stone studied the gorgeous curves of her breasts, her nipples pressing against her tank top, her face open and reflective. He had a quick image of him pinning her to the bed while she welcomed him deep inside, but it freaked him out, so he quickly pushed the image away. Whoa. Who would’ve thought he’d get turned on by a tree pose?
Shaking his head, Stone mimicked her movements, thinking this wasn’t as bad as he thought.
He fell over.
She remained in position, neither swaying nor moving. “If you fall out of a position, recenter yourself and begin again.”
Okay, no problem. He got this now. He took a breath, resettled, and did it again.
Then fell over.
A dark cloud of irritation swept over him. This was so stupid, but simple enough he refused to be beaten. He boxed in the gym, and his trainer told him his balance was spot-on. He’d get this.
Over and over, he tumbled out of position, his crankiness growing by leaps and bounds. When she instructed him to start on the other foot, he found the same problem. The minutes ticked by in growing horror, and Stone finally came to the realization she’d beaten him. He couldn’t stand on one fucking foot for more than a second.
He sucked.
Unfolding from her tree stance, she offered him one of those sympathetic smiles that burned in his gut. “Do you feel angry?” she asked, gaze probing his.
Stone clenched his fist. “For being stuck imitating a damn tree when I could be at work catching real criminals? Nah, I’m good. I’m peachy.”
Her smile widened. “Good. Let’s move on to the next asana.”
His mouth dropped open. “It’s been way over fifteen minutes.”
“No, that was five. And let’s begin.”
The torture was long and deep and mean. By the time she finally called an end to the session, Stone decided to go to the pool hall and start a fight. Yeah, a nasty, testosterone-ridden, stupid fight with fists and blood and that wonderful feeling of release afterward. So much better than this. Completely manly and dudelike.
“How are you feeling now, Officer?”
And then he kinda exploded.
“We’re alone now. My name is Stone. I’d like you to say my real name once instead of jerking me around for fun. Here, I’ll even start the conversation. Did you enjoy our session today, Arilyn? Are you finally satisfied with my conduct in your anger management class, Arilyn? Will you sleep better tonight knowing you won this round, Arilyn?”
An odd expression skittered over her face. Those green eyes darkened, as if his saying her name aloud affected her on some level. He panted for breath, challenging her with his direct stare, and that crackle of electricity went berserk between them. She caught the vibe, because her mouth did a little O and she took a tiny step back in complete denial.
Sexual attraction. Well, damned if that wasn’t a kick in the ass. She felt it just as strongly as he did.
The question was what to do about it.
Her tongue dragged over her lower lip in a complete nervous gesture. “Umm, sorry. Stone. You did well.”
He ached to make her say it again, but it was already way too weird between them. “Good. Can I go?”
“Not yet. I need you to do me a favor.”
He laughed. “Somehow, I’m not feeling too charitable.” He turned away to dismiss her, but her voice cracked like a whip in the air, making him freeze.
“I’m not asking.”
His brow shot up. Was she serious? Her jaw tightened in that stubborn gesture he was beginning to spot, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Are you blackmailing me?” he asked in a dark tone.
“Of course not! I need you to take a ride with me out to a property. I suspect a dog is being abused and I want to get an overview of the situation.”
He didn’t respond. Just studied her. Definitely defensive. Almost like she didn’t like pushing him but was forced to, due to the circumstances. No way. She wasn’t getting away with bullying him to do something in the name of his job. “As you like to point out, I’m suspended. I can’t do anything in an official capacity.”
She practically snarled. “Since we already called the police, who refused to do anything to help, that won’t be a problem.”
“That’s what the animal protection groups are for,” he shot back. “Unless we witness a crime being committed, we’re not allowed to prowl through people’s backyards ’cause we want to. We have what’s called the Constitution and all.”
“Right. So we’re supposed to sit around while we know an animal is being abused, waiting for the proper paperwork.”
He shrugged. She wasn’t saying anything he hadn’t seen and fought with on his own. “Some departments have an animal advocate they can call in, but the town can’t afford it. Bureaucracy is a bitch. Sorry it’s not like in the movies and all. Call the dog rescue people or something. Good luck.”
“You’re still going with me.” She grabbed the giant cloth thing she called a purse and yanked it over one arm. “It’s on Bluebird Avenue on the dead end. Do you know where that is?”
He spoke slowly. “I. Am. Not. Going. It’s a crappy part of town, I’m not on duty, and I don’t care about any animal not getting the luxury-hotel treatment you probably demand. What if the dog likes being outside? It’s good for them.”
Aww, great, now she looked like he had admitted to being a child molester. Pure horror carved out her features. “You can’t mean that,” she whispered. “You cannot be that cruel and . . . and . . . heartless!”
He wasn’t about to tell her the real truth. He hated dogs. Stone rarely admitted his fear, but the image from his past had never left him. He still heard the snarling and remembered the sharp teeth rip into his flesh, drawing blood. He’d only been about eight, walking down the street, and the guy had sicced his pit bull on him as a twisted joke. Stone came home with a bad bite and even worse memory. His father, of course, had called him a pussy.
He made sure to hide his weakness from the other cops by pretending he was too cool for an animal, especially one to feed, care for, and clean up after. So far it had worked like a charm, and he wasn’t about to let Arilyn Meadows screw up his ruse.
“Sorry to disappoint you, sweetness, but dogs are like rats. The world would be better off without them.”
She lifted her nose up in the air, her eyes growing cold. “I should’ve known you’d be no help. Still, you’re driving me out there to be my witness. We’ll snap some pictures for documentation. I’m not expecting the police to do anything, but this may speed up the response time from the Humane Society or ASPCA. Plus, being a witness in law enforcement will hold up my story. Let’s go.”
She marched out the door and didn’t even look back, ignoring his refusal. Did she ever give up? Stone had a gut instinct she’d be hell to deal with once she focused on saving something. Or someone. What a pain in the rear.
He followed her out. “You already kept me past my time. I have a date at the pool hall and I’m not gonna be late.”
“My condolences to your date, Officer. But you are going with me. I control the sign-in sheets for the course. What a shame if I marked you down as absent one day. Or told your boss you’ve been uncooperative and I can’t advise passing you. Why, you may need to repeat the entire session all over again!”
His mouth fell open. Her look of satisfaction steamrolled over him. “You are blackmailing me! Dammit, that’s a crime!”
“Prove it. Where’s your car?”
He cursed viciously, pulled out his keys, and marched down the street. “You’re a hypocrite. The worst kind. Pretending to be all good and wholesome and kind, when underneath you’re completely spiteful.”