He suddenly felt stupid being embarrassed over something that wasn’t his fault. How did she do that? Make him see things in a different way? He cleared his throat. “Sorry. I was a kid and a pit bull knocked me down, bit the hell out of my leg. The owner just laughed and urged the dog on.”
She nodded. “Yeah, I hear those stories a lot. Most dogs don’t start off that way, but it’s probably too late. We can’t save them all. That’s why I wanted to rescue Pinky so badly. I thought maybe there’d be a chance.”
How often had he uttered condolences to a family member who lost someone? A weak excuse but all he had left to offer. The tightness in his chest eased. In her own way, Arilyn knew the battle he took on every day. So much loss, but you did it for the occasional win.
“Why’d you name that thing Pinky?”
She gave a half shrug. “Knew a Chihuahua with the name. She kicked butt and carried herself like royalty. Thought the poor thing could use a cool namesake.”
“It’s an awful name.”
She grinned, and his heart lightened. Damn this woman and her ability to make him feel good as much as she pissed him off. It was terrible. “Next time you rescue an animal, you can name her,” she said.
“Catching criminals is bad enough. I’ll pass.”
She pursed her lips, and her green eyes sparkled with laughter. His gaze focused on her lush mouth and what he wanted to do with it. She cleared her throat as if she knew. And wanted it, too. “How are you doing with the smoking?” She jerked her head toward his arm.
“Not bad. I’m on the last level, so I’m almost fit for real society now. Still get the cravings, though.”
“Maybe I can help.” She unzipped her small satchel, fished around, and drew out a purple stone. It had a brown cord attached to it. “Here. I want you to wear this.”
He fingered the rock. Shades of violet and white, it was carved into a type of pendant. “What is it? Heart of the newt?”
She snorted, reached over, and slipped the necklace around his neck. The cord was soft, like a moccasin. It hung low enough to hide in his shirt. When her fingers brushed his chest to tuck it inside his button-down Henley, he sucked in a breath. She paused, and that crackle of electricity struck again.
He tried again for humor instead of tumbling her into the grass. “You didn’t put a love spell or anything on me, did you?”
She yanked her hands away as if she’d been scorched and stepped back. “You’re a real comedian, Officer. It’s a crystal amethyst. Wear it against your skin. It’s a very powerful stone and helps smoking cessation.”
He fingered the polished stone briefly before letting it drop back against his chest. “Didn’t see it in the how-to-quit-smoking aisle.”
“You won’t. Amethyst is known as the master healing stone. One of its many uses is to transform addiction.” He studied the high flush on her cheekbones. “Forget it. I know you think I’m crazy; you don’t have to wear it.” She spun on her heel to flounce off, but he grabbed her wrist, halting her retreat.
“No,” he said softly. “I’ll wear it. I need all the help I can get.” She lifted her gaze and suddenly they were drowning in each other. He suddenly felt like one of those testosterone-ridden chumps from the teen movies. Completely smitten by a girl’s eyes. Ugh. “Thanks.” Better. His voice sounded stronger.
“Welcome.” They stared some more. If a guy saw them, his man card would be officially pulled. “Can I ask you to do something? I wouldn’t ask anyone else, but I trust you.”
He tried to ignore the pleasure that raced through him at her comment. “What?”
“Pinky’s here. She was deemed unfit to be in the kennel with other dogs. She’s completely comatose most of the time, but if she gets close to another dog, she goes berserk. Anthony may not be able to keep her, since they’re too short staffed to give her the proper amount of therapy, plus they need to keep her isolated. People don’t scare her, so she was probably used for bait.”
“You mean bigger dogs attacked her?”
Arilyn nodded. “They try to spur on the bigger dogs. Usually bait dogs are other pit bulls meant to antagonize, but sometimes they’ll use a smaller dog and keep them away to taunt the dogs. She was probably never mauled but consistently threatened and frightened on a regular basis. Something may have snapped.”
“Sons of bitches,” he muttered. “The house is on my radar, you know. I called in a few tips and we’ve got the place being watched. Any more dogs that go in will be caught immediately.”
Her face softened. “Thank you. If you’d just sit with Pinky, it would be a great help. Talk with her. Maybe pet her. Whatever you feel comfortable with. She needs to get used to being back in the real world and feeling unthreatened.”
He wanted to refuse. Stone still hated being around any type of dog, especially in a cage, but the way she looked at him made him want to slay all her dragons. And Pinky’s.
Oh, yeah, he was a chump who wanted that woman bad. Ridiculous. A few days ago, he only wanted to strangle her.
“Fine. All I have to do is sit?”
“Yes. Just be a steady presence. Sometimes they just don’t want to feel so alone.”
Stone knew how that felt.
She led him over to a cage in the corner, away from the other dogs. A small bed, various bowls, and some toys lay haphazardly in the cage. Pinky lay on the right side, staring into space, not moving. Didn’t look vicious. Even if she freaked out, if he stayed by the door, he could get up. Wasn’t like the bigger dogs that could overpower him.
Sweat pricked his brow, but he manned up. Stone opened the gate, dropped down on the rough, damp ground, and propped his back up. Pinky’s head turned a bit toward the sound, but she still didn’t seem interested. She was still just as ugly as the night he first saw her. A few bandages were wrapped around her body, probably to heal the sores. She looked cleaner, too, even though there was no fur. Weren’t dogs supposed to have hair? Her skin was a tan color, with her paws and belly a light pink. Three weird white tufts of fur sprouted from the top of her head in some kind of kooky headdress. Beady black eyes. Pinkish bat ears that sprouted up from the sides of her bullet head. Her black snout stuck out slightly, making her look like she owned a crazy overbite. A simple black collar circled her neck.
Arilyn peered through the gate. “You okay?” she asked.
“Sure. Go ahead, I’ll be fine.”
He heard her footsteps fade away. The sound of a bird screeched in the air, along with whimpers and other doggy noises down the way. The rat’s—umm, Pinky’s nose twitched as she caught a scent. Yeah, she was still in there somewhere. Whatever had happened was bad. He knew how that went.
Stone gave a long sigh. “Guess it’s just me and you for a while. That acceptable?”
No answer.
Stone settled back for a long, long silence.
ARILYN SLID THE BROCCOLI bake in the oven, sliced some multigrain bread, and poured a glass of wine. It had been a good day. The guys had been great at the shelter, no mini disasters had cropped up, and now she was ready to relax with a good book and a bath. Sure, she couldn’t stop thinking about the amazing kiss with Officer Stone Petty. Both of them. The way he touched her and commanded her body, tempting her to do a whole bunch of dirty, delicious things she’d never tried.
But she controlled herself. Repeated the mantra over and over that he was a client and off-limits. Kind of. Definitely a gray area but easier to sketch the boundary lines in bold black-and-white.
At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.
Holding back a sigh, Arilyn grabbed her laundry basket and headed outside to get her clothes from the line. She hoped that Mrs. Blackfire wouldn’t be out spying. Guilt pricked her at the second empty wine bottle she’d be forced to put out in recycling this week. The evening spent together hadn’t gone as bad as she expected, and Poppy had entertained them both with stories. Mrs. Blackfire had actually smiled at one point. Arilyn couldn’t stop staring at her, wondering if it was a trick of the light, and then Poppy gave her that sharp look—that she was being rude—and she’d concentrated on eating. At least, Poppy seemed more inclined to try some other activities at the center this week.