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But now, after therapy, Gen's words filled her with gratitude. She was lucky to have a sister who cared so much. "Ah crap, don't make me cry!"
Gen sniffed. "Sorry. Just please promise you'll do it? Pretty please with sugar on top?"
She swallowed back the lump in her throat. "And cherries, too?"
"Yes."
"I'll do it."
Gen bounced in her seat with excitement. "Thank you! Do you want to do it right now? I can help you."
Izzy laughed and threw up her hands. "No; right now I'm tired and want to watch my movie and crash. I'll read it this week. I don't know when I'll do it but I promise I will."
"Good enough for me." Gen got up, gave her a quick hug, and headed out. "You'll be at Mom's house for Sunday dinner, right?"
"I'll be there. Bye." She blew kisses at her sister and locked the door behind her.
Izzy trudged back to the kitchen, put the plates in the sink, and picked up the book. Her fingers tingled slightly. She brought the book back to the couch, sat down, and began to read.
MIDNIGHT.
Izzy stared at the ceiling. The witching hour. Or was that 3 a.m.? Did it even matter? She'd been tossing and turning for hours, unable to get the book out of her head. It was ridiculous and stupid. Yet it had given her an opportunity to really think about what type of man she'd not only want in her life but actually need.
The act of writing down intentions was powerful. She'd learned that from therapy and always kept a journal. But she'd never stopped long enough to analyze what she craved in a healthy relationship. It had always been about excitement and great sex and moving on.
Except that one night.
She pushed it to the back of her mind, got up, and walked into the kitchen. The book lay on the table. She turned on the light, grabbed her journal and pen, and began to write.
Her spirit soared a bit higher when she finished and read over the list. Yes. It seemed . . . right. Maybe this was enough for now--to actually know what traits to seek out. But she'd promised Gen she'd do the entire thing. She'd broken enough promises in her lifetime and had sworn to never do it again.
She read the directions carefully. Make two lists. Burn one and recite the prayer to Earth Mother. Put the other one under her mattress. That didn't seem so complicated. Still, she felt completely ridiculous doing a love spell for some random man out there.
With a sigh, she copied the list onto another sheet of paper. Fishing around the cabinets, she took out a pot, grabbed her lighter, and opened the book to the right page. Saying a quick apology to her mother, she recited the prayer to Earth Mother and put the flame to the paper, dropping it into the pot and watching it burn.
Done.
Cleaning up the mess, she took the other sheet of paper and stuck it under her mattress. The book went onto her shelf, and she crawled back under the covers.
She wondered if Earth Mother held the power to send her Chris Hemsworth. Maybe that would finally banish Liam from her mind.
Then she fell straight into sleep.
chapter three
DEVINE STOPPED OUTSIDE the door. The silver-and-purple scrawl with sparkling white lights urged customers to step in. Too bad his feet felt like wet bricks stuck to the cement.
"It won't be bad," Stone said.
"You said I wouldn't have to go through this crap. You promised Arilyn would let me slide through without a hitch. You vowed you could handle her."
Stone sighed and rubbed his head. "I was wrong, okay? She's very stubborn when it comes to this love-match stuff. Said you had to have at least one introductory session and you needed to come in person to fill out the forms and talk with Kate. Hey, at least I got you out of makeover stuff with Kennedy!"
Devine turned to walk away, but Stone grabbed his arm, opened the door, and pushed him inside.
The office was cheery and welcoming, with more purple-and-silver decor. The waiting room had purple comfy couches, and more lights were strung around the walls with interesting artwork scattered about. The scent of vanilla hung in the air.
The front desk was empty.
"They're closed. Let's go."
"Don't be a pussy," Stone hissed. "She'll be right back. Here, I got a better way." He raised his voice. "Hey, Arilyn, are you back there? I got Devine!"
Devine closed his eyes. So fucking embarrassing.
Heels clicked in the hallway, and Arilyn came walking out with Pinky tucked under her arm. The moment the Chihuahua saw Stone, she began wriggling frantically. Stone met her halfway with his arms out. "There's my girl."
Arilyn handed over the pup, shaking her head as she watched Stone coo over her. "I thought I was your girl."
"You're both my girls. I'll show you my appreciation later."
"You better. Hi, Devine. How are you?"
"Good. Hey, I was thinking this isn't such a hot idea. We just came by to get Pinky for our afternoon run." Pinky had become a mascot at the police station and loved to ride in the squad car. With her crazy tufts of hair sticking up from her head, and ratlike face, he'd been afraid she'd be bait instead of a companion. But Devine had gotten just as attached to her as Stone and even began thinking about getting his own dog. Maybe that would help with this restlessness.
Stone snorted. "Ignore him. He's here to get the paperwork and sign up. He's ready."
Arilyn tilted her head, considering him with a probing green gaze. She had a stillness and grace to her that managed to completely balance Stone's roughness, making them an ideal match. "I know this is a big step, but you've already been out there, Devine. All we want to do is narrow the field to see if we can find a woman who fits you, but we can't do our job unless you sit down with Kate for an interview."
Devine shifted his weight. He could manage an interview. Maybe this wouldn't be as stressful as hooking up at the bar, or in line at the bakery, or in the secondhand bookstore. God knows he was running out of women in his demographic. "Okay. Maybe I'll try it."
Arilyn smiled. "Good. I'm going to give you some paperwork and schedule you a session with Kate."
The phones began ringing nonstop and Stone looked around. "Is Izzy here today?"
"She's just in the back to get some files."
"I'm here!" a husky voice called out. "Sorry, almost drowned in the back room. We really need to organize and clean that up, Arilyn. Maybe I can work on the weekend?"
"You work too much already."
"I don't mind. Hi, Stone, how are you?"
"Good. Hey, Izzy, I don't think you met my partner yet. He's been away on vacay. This is Devine."
Slowly, Devine turned his head and met her gaze.
The mess of files dropped from her fingers and hit the floor.
Isabella.
His body seemed to shut down organ by organ. Stillness fell over him as he gazed at the woman who had been haunting his dreams for the past six years. His one-night stand that had been so much more.
She was beautiful.
Her hair now held gorgeous, wild curls in a rich, deep brown. No more purple streaks. Those navy-blue eyes held a depth that had been missing before. A touch of regret and pain, but now there was a steely resolve, also shown in the tilt of her chin and the way she carried herself. Her petite frame had once been lean and sharp. Now she had gorgeous, full curves that made a man ache to touch her, be cradled within her softness. She wore flowy black pants that emphasized the flare of her hips, and a red T-shirt with a sequined heart. Just the hint of a thorny rose on her upper right breast peeked out, teasing him. Words stuck in his throat. He ached to cross the room and hold her. How was it possible that after all these years the connection still flamed and burned between them?
"Liam." The whisper of his name floated across the room. Her painted apple-red lips were full and ripe.
"'Liam'?" Stone looked back and forth between them, confusion evident. "Have you met before?"
They remained locked in place, staring at each other with hungry eyes. "Yes. She knew me as Liam." When he
enrolled in the academy, everyone began calling him Devine and it had stuck. "We met a long time ago."
He sensed Arilyn's fascination, but he still couldn't seem to speak anything intelligent. As if Pinky sensed the growing tension, she whined softly. Izzy seemed to jolt out of her spell, shaking her head as if to clear it. "I'm sorry; it was just a shock seeing you again. You look . . . well." She seemed to notice she had dropped the papers and scrambled to pick them back up.
"So do you."
She stood up again. More staring. Finally, Stone interrupted. "This is the weirdest meet I've witnessed in a long time. We have to get to our shift. Can you get Devine his papers, sweetheart?"
"Papers?" Izzy blurted out.
"Yes; we're signing Officer Devine up for Kinnections. Can you get me one of those packets, Izzy?"
