Searching for Always (Page 67)

“No. Now get off my desk so I can finish this by midnight and not turn into a pumpkin. I hate paperwork. Can you get me a donut and an iced latte?”

“If you take Pinky.”

“Forget it. Hey, Dunn! Get me a pumpkin donut and an iced latte, and I’ll owe you!”

“You gotta do my police report, too,” Tim called back from his own desk of hell.

“Fuck you! I don’t know the details.”

“Then fuck your pumpkin donut, Devine!”

“Fine. Give it to me. But you gotta buy, too.”

Tim smirked, knowing he got the better deal. Dropping more papers on Devine’s desk, he headed out the station door.

Rookie Patterson came in from his shift. Features tight with annoyance, he walked stiffly to his desk. Stone took a whiff of the air and recoiled. “What the hell is that smell?”

Patterson glared. “I’m sure you think the locker thing was funny, but I had cologne in there. When you turned it over, the bottle opened and spilled all over my damn spare uniform. I didn’t have time to go and change.”

“Dude, what the hell you need cologne for anyway?” Devine asked.

“To smell good!”

“Well, you smell like you got drowned in the ocean. Women like manly stuff better. The uniform should be enough to get you dates anyway,” Stone pointed out.

“I’m in a dry spell,” Patterson muttered, straightening up the folders on his desk in his usual OCD manner. Stone guessed the dry spell was due to the guy’s attitude toward cleanliness and organization rather than his looks. The kid was average looking, of decent height and stature, with dark hair and hazel eyes, and should have been seeing more action since he got on the force. Inspiration struck. “Hey, you know what chicks love? Dogs. You need to get a dog.”

Patterson shuddered. “I hate dogs. They smell and mess up your house. No way.”

“Fuck you, then, rookie. I’m trying to help.”

Devine cackled.

Stone let out an aggravated breath. For God’s sake, his time was up and he still hadn’t managed to find a temporary home for Pinky. Didn’t anyone have hearts anymore? What was wrong with the public when no one wanted to help an innocent, battered animal?

Bastards.

“Why are you suddenly worried about a dog?” his partner asked suspiciously. “You hate dogs. Is this because you’re trying to get Arilyn into bed?”

Was it? No. He’d bed her anyway, but he couldn’t let her down. He’d promised. Stone glared at his friend. “Nah. I told her I’d take care of it.”

Devine nodded. Both of them understood the power of a promise. A man’s word meant shit in today’s society, but they still believed in the dream. Kind of medieval, maybe, but if it was the only thing he brought to this world as his footprint, he’d go to the grave trying. “You’re screwed, man. Everyone’s busy and broke. No one takes dogs in for a few weeks and gives them up.”

Arilyn did. Time and time again. She spent her money and her time and never questioned or whined.

Stop thinking about her.

The wedding was tomorrow. She was babysitting that other dog, and Anthony had run out of options. So had Stone.

On cue, his cell rang.

Cursing, he answered. “Yeah?”

“Did you find a place for Pinky?”

He closed his eyes. With his next words, he’d put himself on a path of regret and inconvenience and aggravation he really didn’t need.

Fuck.

“Yeah. I’ll take her for the two weeks.”

He heard her breath catch. Then her voice—rich, silky, melodic—poured out of the receiver. “Thank you, Stone. I know what it cost you to do this. And I’ll never forget it.”

Oh, yeah, she was good. Real good. And he was toast. “Yeah. Sure. What do I need to do?”

“I’ll bring her over in the morning. I’ll have all the stuff you need, and I’ll help you, I swear. You won’t regret this.”

Yeah. He would. He hated dogs, was terrified of them, and now he was sheltering one in his bachelor pad. Ugh.

“Arilyn?”

“Yeah?”

He gave a low growl. “You better make this worth it.”

Stone wondered if she’d get pissy with him or hang up. Instead, she drawled her answer in a way that made his dick stiffen and his body go on full alert.

“I will. But you better bring it.”

The phone clicked.

Hot damn.

Devine smirked. “Guess you’re taking the dog, huh?”

“Guess so. You suck, Devine.”

“Have fun at the wedding, Petty.”

Stone walked off, grinning.

“KATE? THEY’RE READY.”

Her friend turned, a smile lighting up her face. Arilyn forgot to breathe. The vision before her was familiar, yet not.

“How do I look?”

Arilyn shook her head, tears pricking her eyes. “So beautiful I can’t even talk.” Her silvery hair caught up in an elaborate twist, the veil spilled past her bare shoulders in bridal glory, highlighting the clean, elegant lines of the dress. Like Kate, the gown was classic, with its fitted bodice and a crisscross of shimmering pearls and diamonds cinching the waist, then falling gloriously to the floor in perfect sheer chiffon. The crystal-embedded peekaboo heels added to her graceful stature. She held a small bouquet of cocoa and pink roses.

Kennedy sniffed. “So beautiful that Slade will try to rush you through the reception. But we won’t let him.” With her rich caramel hair and sleek curves, the chocolate bridesmaid dress with its gorgeous pink sash looked perfect. They’d all been crazy over the dresses from the moment Kate showed them. With a flattering V-neck, the dark brown chiffon held a top layer of gold shimmer to make them look as if they were lit up. Dark pink accessories gave the classic color a unique makeover.