Searching for Always

by Jennifer Probst

  "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.

  Slade's sister, Jane, fanned her hand in front of her face. "I don't want to ruin my makeup, but I'm so happy you came into our lives. Not only are you now family, but you helped me meet the love of my life."

  Jane had signed up for Kinnections to meet her soul mate. In an effort to protect his sister from a broken heart, Slade had stormed in and demanded Kate match him to prove the business wasn't a scam. Kate did. With herself. Sometimes, when Arilyn was lonely at night, she'd think of Kate's story and soothe herself with the possibility that anything can happen.

  Kate laughed. "Without you, I'd never have met Slade. I love you, Jane, just like a sister. And no crying or I'll never stop!" She steadied herself and drew in a deep breath. "Mom, tell them I'm ready."

  Madeline, Kate's mother, gave a long sigh. "Are you sure you don't want some marijuana just for the walk down the aisle, sweetheart? I don't want you to be tense."

  "Thanks for the offer, Mom, but I'll pass."

  "If you're sure."

  Jane giggled. "I'll check and make sure everyone's in place," she said, following Madeline out.

  Arilyn moved next to Kate and took her hand. Kennedy grabbed the other one.

  "This is it, ladies," Kate whispered. "Nothing will ever be the same."

  Kennedy grinned. "Nope. It'll be even better."

  Arilyn squeezed her hand. "Better than better. It'll be epic."

  They all smiled at each other. Arilyn realized her friendship with these two women had changed her life and had given her strength, support, and much-needed humor. They'd built a business together, gone through heartbreak together, and were now moving on to pick their lifelong mates together.

  Kate looked at them with love. "Let's do this."

  They nodded. Then walked out of the room, together.

  A FEW HOURS LATER, the reception was in full swing. Bear Mountain was ideal for a late fall wedding. The main lodge spread out over acres of property in rustic splendor, with the mountains in the backdrop. Winding paths encircled the large lake, and the trees were still clothed in colorful foliage. The weather held out and offered a crisp sixty-degree day with the dying sun drenching the woods in golden light and flickering warmth.

  Arilyn knew she'd never forget the moment Kate began walking down the aisle. Instead of looking at her beaming friend, Kate found her attention grabbed by the groom. Elegant and handsome in his dark tuxedo, the once cynical lawyer who never believed in happy ever after watched his bride make her way toward him with tears shimmering in his eyes. Never taking his gaze off her, he ignored the faint ribbing of his groomsmen and stepped forward to take her hand from her mother's.

  In that moment, Arilyn ached all over as if she had come down with a bad case of the flu. Joy and sheer envy choked her, along with a burning need to one day experience such love and devotion for herself. For always.

  And then her gaze swung over to Stone.

  He sat in the third aisle, eyes piercing into hers as though he knew her exact thoughts. Arilyn waited for him to look away. Duck his head. Ignore her raw want with a practiced ease.

  Instead, he refused to retreat from her gaze, taking it all in, until she was the one who finally broke the spell.

  "I like your friends."

  She refocused her attention. The lively strains of popular music spilled from the huge speakers, and the DJ held the crowd with an expert ease. The b
allroom featured a huge fireplace, gorgeous bay windows with views of the mountains, and rich wood floors. The tables were decorated with endless candles in fall colors, miniature dark pink and chocolate roses, and gaily wrapped boxes of truffles.

  "They like you, too. Especially the guys."

  He arched a brow. "Why?"

  She gave him a good-natured shove. "You called Slade a big crybaby. Guys love that stuff. They think you're funny."

  "Do you think I'm funny?" he asked.

  "I think you're a smart-ass."

  "Takes one to know one, little one."

  "What were you talking to Kate and Slade about?"

  He gave a half shrug. "A buddy back in the Bronx went through a divorce and used Slade as his lawyer. Slade took good care of him. I appreciated it."

  She fiddled with the napkin. "Even Kennedy likes you. She's the toughest, you know."

  "Funny, I thought you were." That comment startled her and made her meet his gaze. His face softened, and he reached out to trail a finger down her cheek. "What's wrong?"

  "Nothing."

  "I find it interesting how you all fit together. Kinnections was a brilliant idea."

  "Yeah. Who would've thought a drunken evening would actually churn out a successful business?"

  His brow lifted. "Drunken evening, huh? Didn't you tell me it was the result of a rational, long, thought-out discussion between businesswomen?"

  She gave a half hiccup. "I lied."

  "I should've known." They gazed at each other for a while, the air electric between them. "There's something else bothering you, though. You don't want your friends to like me?" He stared hard, searching for answers. "Ah, I know. Your ex charmed everyone, so now it's hard for you to introduce someone new into the mix. I'm just the transitional guy. Am I on the right track?"

  Pain slammed into her chest. She jerked back, trying not to hiss at the raw well of emotions that tried to suck her down into a black pit. God, it still hurt. The way five years had passed and Jacob had known nothing about her real life. Sure, she told him things, but this was so different. So real. Stone engaged in conversation, shared a meal, and experienced her best friend's wedding. Jacob never would've attended. Oh, he probably would've soothed her by trying, then canceled at the last minute as he had done so many times before. She'd never had a real relationship. She'd been mourning something that never really existed.

  "Do you not want me here, Arilyn?" he asked directly. "Is it too soon? Are you regretting taking me?"

  The glimmer of hurt in his dark eyes helped her make a decision. Swallowing her pride, she took his hands and gave him the truth. "No, just the opposite. I love that you're here with me. That you met my friends, and they like you, and we can have fun and laugh together. I never had this, Stone. My ex-boyfriend, well, he didn't want anything to do with my real life."

  Stone frowned. "I don't get it. You didn't go out on dates?"

  "No. You see, he was my yoga instructor, and he wanted to keep our relationship private. At first, it was fun. Secret affairs usually are. But eventually, when I asked him to meet my girlfriends and take our relationship public, he refused." Shame heated her cheeks. Why had she never demanded more? She'd been so passive, taking what he could give her and telling herself she was satisfied. Lying was easier than forcing herself to make a hard decision to leave him behind. "He's never met Kate or Kennedy. Never been to Kinnections. Never had dinner with Poppy. He gave me . . . nothing. And I guess it was my fault, because I told him it was enough."

  "How long did you date him?"

  This was the worst, but she couldn't lie. "Five years."

  She tried to look away, but he tipped up her chin. The heat from his hand and the delicious scent of his musky cologne warmed her. Stone Petty was deadly in a suit, confirming she might never look at him the same way again. With his staggering height, the navy blue fabric molded to each bulky muscle, stretched across his broad chest, hugged his massive shoulders. The red tie gave him a distinguished dash of style that made her knees weaken. His goatee was neatly trimmed, and he'd shaved, so his cheeks were silky smooth. It was a miracle she hadn't pulled him by the tie across the table and ravished him right there.

  She had high hopes for later.

  "Don't apologize for him being an asshole, little one," he said. "It's his loss. You have an amazing support system, and I'm honored you asked me to come with you."

  Her heart melted into a gooey puddle; Arilyn wondered if it would ever recover. "Thank you." She paused. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

  He laughed, then dropped his head to press a kiss against her lips. "'Cause I'm hoping to get lucky later."

  She smiled against his lips. "What if I told you I was a bona fide guarantee?"

  "I'd drag you out of this reception right now. Especially before that disco shit comes on, 'cause it always does. Or even worse, one of those 'I am woman, hear me roar' songs like 'I Will Survive.' "

  On cue, "Single Ladies" by Beyonce beat through the speakers. The women roared and began stomping and flailing their arms around, singing loudly to the familiar lyrics. Arilyn giggled at his disgusted expression. "And if I begged you to dance?"

  "I'd say no. But I'll catch you when they put on a slow song. It'll give me an opp to get my hands all over you."

  The sexy drawl to his gruff voice made shivers dance across her skin. Before she had time to counter, Kennedy, Kate, and Genevieve shrieked and grabbed her.

  "Get up now! We're dancing!"

  Stone put his hands up and shrank in his chair. "Take her. Just leave me, please. I'll keep your men company."

  Kate's veil assaulted her face, Gen's fingers tickled her ribs, and Arilyn laughed uncontrollably as she was pushed and pulled onto the crowded dance floor. She caught sight of all the men with an expression that matched Stone's. Standing by the bar, they motioned her date over and closed in on him with male support, slapping shoulders, ribbing, and doing the classic testosterone dance boys learned when they were young.

  Joy skittered through her. It was so very . . . normal. The way having a real boyfriend should be.

  Of course, it was mostly about the sex, but she wasn't about to ruin a perfect night reminding herself that Stone belonged to her temporarily. At least, his temporary was more than she'd ever gotten before.

  She was going to enjoy every moment.

  STONE STOOD IN THE circle of men and watched the women dance. He tried not to shake his head at the awful moves they attempted in public, but their enthusiasm made up for their lack of true R&B talent.

  Kennedy's man, Nate, held some kind of odd drink in his hand and seemed to be thinking the same thing. He grinned and jerked his head toward them. "Gotta give them credit for trying."

  Stone chuckled. "What are you drinking?"

  "Darth Maultini."

  Stone raised his brow. "Cool, I love Star Wars. Arilyn said you used to work for NASA?"

  "Yeah. Then when it disassembled, I focused on private space travel."

  "Impressive. I don't know too many aerospace engineers."

  Nate's face lit up. "You got the term right."

  "Why wouldn't I?"

  Wolfe laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. "'Cause everyone calls him a rocket scientist and pisses him off. Good to see you again, Stone, especially off duty."

  Stone had met Wolfe over the summer, had the unfortunate task of arresting him once, and admitted he'd always liked the guy. With his serpent tat, badass attitude, and tenderness toward Genevieve, he was someone he could definitely hang with at the billiards room. "Good to see you out of a jail cell," he hit back, which gained him a hearty catcall all around.

  The groom himself leaned in. "How's it going with Arilyn?" Slade asked curiously. "She's the most mysterious out of the group, you know. I'm glad she got rid of that Yoga Dude. Kate hated him."

  His lips twitched. Something told him this group of men was just as bad at gossiping as the women. Another thing he liked about them. Stone enjoyed dishing the
dirt. "Well, it's been a strange ride. Anger management classes aren't the ideal way to build a relationship. But after we decided we weren't mortal enemies, we figured we'd try dating."

  Slade grinned. "Cool. She comes off real chill, but inside she's tougher than nails. She ever make you do hot yoga?"

  Stone shuddered at the thought. "Hell, no. Even I have my limits."

  "It was insane. Cranked the temps to over one hundred degrees and then drilled my ass like an army sergeant. I didn't think I'd survive."

  Nate lifted a brow. "Hot yoga, huh? Now, that could be interesting."

  Slade shook his head. "Not. My body cut out on me, and I got embarrassed in front of Kate. That shit's hard-core."

  "Bet sex after that type of workout would be off the charts," Nate murmured thoughtfully.

  They all fell silent. Huh. Stone never thought of it like that.

  "Gotta keep Kennedy on her toes, huh?" Wolfe commented. "Maybe she'd finally agree to marry you if you exhaust her."

  Nate looked calm and resolute. "She'll say yes. Just a matter of time. I already calculated the odds of how many times she can reject me, so my projections tell me within the next three hundred days I'll secure a yes."

  "Or I can just throw her ass in jail until she agreed," Stone suggested.

  The guys laughed. "Welcome to the club, dude," Slade said. "It's a bit crazy here, but we take care of our own."

  Wolfe nodded. "Damn straight. And them, of course."

  They watched as their women swung their hands up in the air off beat, tipsily stamping around the dance floor while Kate's veil whipped around the crowd. And for a little while, Stone realized how badly he wanted to be part of this group of men who knew how to joke and gossip, and loved their women without question or apology.

  ARILYN DANCED HER ASS off, making a good-natured fool of herself as the crowd clapped around the bride in happy abandon. After a solid set of oldies but goodies, they limped off the dance floor to recover with cosmos and a quick summary of events.

  "Wasn't the ceremony amazing?"

  "I'm so glad you picked the goat cheese salad to offer. It was delicious."

  "Did you see the way Slade teared up at the ceremony? I swear I almost lost it."

  "I thought I was having a heart attack when the little button thing busted off your train, but no one's noticed."