That got her a double take and more wariness. “I mean it.” Marla visually worked up her courage. “Spencer and I might not be…committed—”
“Still up in the air, huh?”
“But we have an understanding.”
What did that mean? An understanding about what? “Enlighten me, why doncha?”
“You can’t have him.”
No misunderstanding that. “Didn’t say I wanted him.” Arizona pushed away from the car, and Blondie took another quick step back. “At least, not for what you’re talking about.”
“No?”
“Definitely no. You want to screw him?” Her throat tightened, but she got the words out. “Have at it. More power to you.”
Marla soaked in the words, analyzed them, and gave a slow smile.
Arizona didn’t trust that smile one bit. “What’s funny?”
Overflowing with good humor, Marla said, “You haven’t slept with him, have you?”
How would she know that? She couldn’t. “I never kiss and tell.”
Marla shook her head. “Spencer said you were a one-night stand, a mistake, but now I know that was a lie.”
A mistake? That dick. She’d make him pay for that. “You calling Spence a liar?”
“I’m just saying that he made up a story for some reason. Maybe to protect you somehow. I know he’s a bounty hunter. Could be you’re undercover with him or something.”
Huh. What exactly did she think bounty hunters did? Mocking her assumptions, Arizona said, “That’s some imagination you’ve got.”
Marla shrugged. “All I know is that you haven’t slept with him.”
“You’re sure about that, are you?”
“Absolutely.” Marla oozed satisfaction, even leaned in to taunt Arizona. “If you’d ever had him, you’d feel differently about having him again.”
She sounded so convinced, she piqued Arizona’s interest. “Yeah? Why’s that?”
With significance, Marla purred, “For one thing, he’s big all over.”
Arizona’s heart almost stopped. In an appalled whisper, she asked, “You like that?”
Scowling, Marla pulled back. “Bigger is definitely better.”
Visuals came to Arizona’s mind, but she didn’t have quite the reaction Marla seemed to expect. She wrinkled her nose. “If you say so.”
Marla shivered with pleasure. “He’s delicious.”
Yeaaaahhhh, she’d let that one go. “You’re saying that even though he’s big, you don’t feel…” She couldn’t think of an appropriate word and settled for, “maybe threatened?”
“With Spencer? Of course not.”
Hmm. Okay, so Spencer was extra tall, extra muscular, solid, and loaded with ability. He had never hurt her.
Contained her, yes. Hurt her, no. “So you like it that he’s big?”
“That, and the man knows things.”
Fascinating. What things could he know that she didn’t, that Marla found not only acceptable, but good enough to want again and again? “Give me an example.”
“I’m not telling you!”
Provoking her—because she really did want details—Arizona said, “That’s what I thought. You can’t give an example because you don’t know.”
“He’s wonderful.”
Arizona snorted. “Wonderfully pushy.”
“He’s considerate and patient.”
“So is my bookie,” Arizona told her, “but I wouldn’t want to screw him.” She shuddered at just the thought.
Taking the bait, Marla leaned forward again. “He’s the best, most generous lover I’ve ever had.”
“How many have you had?”
“My God.” Gasping, Marla drew back once more. “That is none of your business!”
“You brought it up.” Still ripe with curiosity, Arizona asked, “So what does Spence do specifically that’s so awesome you’d be willing to fight for him?”
Marla blanched. “Fight? But…but I never said anything about fighting.”
“No? So then what’s this?” Arizona waved a hand between them. “Some sort of warped social call?”
Her mouth worked, but it took her a few seconds to get anything out. “He said you’re a stalker.”
Considering she’d broken in and watched him sleep, she couldn’t deny that. “Ehhhh…maybe.”
Marla found her courage again. “Well, whatever reason you’re here, you might as well give up on the idea of having him. He’s mine, and he’s staying mine.”
Spencer drove up and, looking horrified to see the women together, pulled into his driveway and slammed the truck into Park.
Lifting a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, Arizona watched him cross the yard in a fast, long-legged stride. He wore a frown of concern. Sheesh. What did he think she’d do to his girlfriend?
“Last chance to tell me what’s so special about him.” In bed.
“That’s personal, so forget it.”