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Stone didn't know how long he chewed before the taste hit him. Along with the texture. What the hell kind of lasagna was this? He frowned, trying to figure out why the meat was soggy and tasted like crap. The tomatoes were good, but his teeth caught a carrot and some mushy stuff that mingled in his mouth. And not in a good way.
He managed to swallow. Shot a glance around the table.
Mrs. Blackfire chewed, then spit it out. "What is this?" she shrieked.
Patrick looked resigned, picking around the junk and trying to find a piece of plain pasta.
Arilyn blinked. "Vegetable lasagna. I told you."
Mrs. Blackfire shook her head. "This is no lasagna, girl. And this is no meat."
"It's a soy substitute exactly like meat. Fresh vegetables, tomatoes, herbs. Oh, and the ricotta cheese is tofu based."
Stone pushed his plate away. Nope. Not even for sex could he choke that junk down. If the guys at the station heard that he had even tried tofu, his man card would be yanked for good. "Umm, Arilyn, thanks, but I'm not as hungry as I thought. I'll have bread."
She glared and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You said you were starving! What's the matter? It took me all afternoon to make this. It's healthy and filling."
"Definitely healthy. And I do appreciate it. I had a late lunch, though." He reached for bread, spread butter on it, and shoved it in his mouth. He'd fill up on carbs and it would be fine. He chewed, but the bread refused to dissolve.
Oh, hell, no. It was as if a field of wheat had been harvested and spread over his tongue. Crunchy seeds snapped under his teeth. Bread wasn't supposed to taste like this! He managed a swallow and surrendered.
So did Mrs. Blackfire. And Poppy. They all stared at Arilyn and their plates in shared misery and guilt.
"You don't like it?" she asked. Confusion flickered in her green eyes. "It's all organic ingredients. I don't understand."
That's when his heart did a strange flip-flop. He should've felt irritated at her for starving him, reminding himself once again why they were terrible together. But when was the last time a woman had cooked for him? Cared about his diet?
He spoke up. "Arilyn, thank you. I know you cooked your ass off for us, and we appreciate it. But we're just not as highly evolved. At least, not yet."
She nodded. "Too many processed foods and sugars in your regular diet? You can't appreciate the flavors of food in a natural environment?"
"Yes!" they all said in unison.
Poppy lit up. "Can we order a pizza?"
"I don't like peppers or anchovies," Mrs. Blackfire stated.
"Pepperoni?" Stone suggested. "And half veggie." Poppy and Mrs. Blackfire stared, obviously not happy with that. "It'll be good for us," he said more firmly. "Okay?"
Poppy nodded. "Okay. I'll get the phone. Garlic knots, too?"
"Definitely."
He snuck a glance over. Prepared for her temper or general crankiness over having her dinner guests rebel after she had spent her day trying to please them. He didn't blame her. He'd probably be bitchy if he tried to do something nice that no one wanted.
Instead, a reluctant smile tugged at those lush lips. "Fine. But I want black olives and eggplant on mine or I'm not eating it."
Stone realized she was even more trouble than he realized. Because she was beginning to touch not only his body but his heart.
thirteen
ARILYN LOOKED UP as Kate and Kennedy barged into her office, sank down in the matching purple chairs, and waited.
She glanced back and forth between them. "What?" she finally asked.
Kate sighed. "Are you really going to make us beg?"
Kennedy tapped her finger against her lip. "I thought you were better than us, A. I thought you could be trusted to give us all the dirt without having to threaten, blackmail, or assault you. You disappoint me."
Her lip twitched. She leaned back in the chair and gave herself up. "You want to know about my hot cop not stripper?"
"Yes!" Kate screeched, all dignity completely abandoned. "I haven't had any time to get the dirt since he scooped you up all cavemanlike and carried you out the door. Oh my God, I wanted to die. And he stripped for you? Well, his shirt at least. Kind of. I was so hot, poor Slade had to call in late the next morning. I almost killed him."
Kennedy looked quite satisfied. "Nate told me if I was going to come home like that more often, he'd hire a stripper himself. I told him it was the romance between you guys that got me crazy. Oh, and BTW? The stripper I actually hired was so not up to par with Stone Petty. If he ever wanted to quit and make a living taking off a quarter of his clothes, tell him he'd be rich."
Arilyn laughed. It was fun being the one gossiped about for a change. When she was dating Jacob, no one asked her questions because he was off-limits. A dark, private secret no one liked to bring up. They'd gotten so used to her silence that her friends stopped trying to pry. She never got to cry, bitch, or chatter about sex or her relationship. Finally, it was her turn. "I'll be sure to pass on the compliment. Knowing him, it'll make his day."
"Did you have great sex? Glorious, orgasmic, all-night, I-can't-walk-this-morning sex?" Kennedy demanded.
"No."
"What?" Kennedy threw up her hands. "Dudette, if that didn't make you give it up, nothing will!"
Arilyn rolled her eyes. "I wanted to, but he said I was too drunk. Gave me the speech about wanting me to remember it and no regrets in the morning." Every time she thought back on the scene, he edged a notch up in the respect department. It took a strong man in control not to follow his penis, and he'd been as crazy in lust as she had. Yet he wanted her to be sure. How sexy and cool was that?
Kate nodded in understanding. "I like. I'm sure you were pissed at the time. I think Slade did that to me once, but the next morning you realize he's a real man."
"Agreed," Kennedy said. "So when are you guys gonna do it?"
Arilyn groaned. "Is nothing sacred?"
"Hell, no. When?"
"Not sure. Our date this weekend got hijacked by Poppy and Mrs. Blackfire."
Kate choked on a sip of water. "What? You actually saw the Wicked Witch of Verily in a social gathering?"
"Worse. Poppy invited her over for dinner. It was quite cozy."
Kate shuddered. "That woman scares me. Is she still trying to cut down the Tree of Spite?"
"She tried, but I foiled her wicked plan. Poppy likes her, so he keeps inviting her over." She paused, trying to introduce the odd thought delicately. Ever since Mrs. Blackfire talked about her lost husband, she'd become more sympathetic in Arilyn's eyes. "She seemed different. Kind of human."
Kate shot her a look. "It
's a guise so she can cut down Gen's tree in the middle of the night. Don't trust her! Even Robert avoids going by her lawn, and he loves everyone."
Arilyn decided it wasn't a good time to list the few assets of her neighbor. "Well, they were the main reason nothing happened. We're keeping the relationship hidden because of the anger management class."
Her friends shared a pointed look. Kate gentled her voice. "Babe, you have to listen to us. Stone is not asshole Yoga Man. You can't begin a relationship trying to hide things. Did you talk about what you both want?"
"Yes. He clearly said it will be an affair for however long we were both happy."
Kennedy frowned. "Did he say he wanted to keep it private? Or is that your idea?"
"No, he said he wanted to date and take me out. I'm the one who doesn't want my two other students from anger management to know. It would be awkward."
Kate beamed. "Good, so he doesn't want to sneak around. I want you to invite him to the wedding."
Her mouth fell open. "What? No, that's impossible; you already have the seating charts and food orders. Absolutely not."
Kate stabbed a finger in the air. "I'm the bride, and I want him there. This will give us an opportunity to meet with him. I won't let you go down that road again, A. No more secretive affairs that only end up hurting you. This guy is gonna have to deal with your friends or he's toast."
Kennedy jumped in. "Agreed. It'll be a good test. A guy who goes to a friend's wedding is brave. Confident. He's not afraid because he has nothing to hide."
A rush of emotions flooded her body. The idea of having a real date to accompany her in public thrilled her. She'd gotten so used to being alone while her friends brought their partners. How would it feel to finally belong? To be happy with the man by her side and show him off?
But they weren't serious. Not like that. They'd have sex, and date, but when things got too complicated, he'd check out. Funny, she'd always believed Jacob was honest about his limitations and that made him a better person. Now she realized it was just a convenient excuse. How much better to claim she had been warned when he eventually hurt her?
Was Stone the same? Was his honesty and up-front deal to her all disguised to make his exit clean and stress free?
Maybe inviting him to the wedding would be a good test. If he declined, she'd know he'd never intended to be anything more than a roll in the hay. If he accepted?
