“You can’t buy PR like this!” Mr. Campbell grinned from ear to ear. “This is just great. Exactly what we needed.”
She instantly deflated. So much for getting the animal keeper job. It couldn’t be much longer, though. Mr. Campbell had practically promised the job to her.
She raised her chin. “How is the boy, by the way?”
He frowned. “Bruises, that’s all, and a mild concussion. We’re taking measures so that something like that won’t happen again. Our lawyer said we were clearly not at fault. Even the newspaper article favored us rather than the kid.”
“I’m glad he’s recovering.”
“Yes, but that’s beside the point.”
Mr. Campbell could be a real pain in the ass sometimes. “What is the point?”
“The public loves a hero. We all want more John Waynes, but these days they’re few and far between.”
“And that has what to do with me?” If he expected her to go into the cage with Sheba, he’d better think again. At least, not like Rogar had done. She had to admit, Rogar had a very special quality. And why shouldn’t he, since he was part jaguar.
Part jaguar? Shared his body with one? She mentally shook her head. So confusing.
“I want you to find him,” he beamed.
Her pulse began to race as dread filled her. “And why would you think I’d know where he was staying?”
“Because he took you home last night when your car wouldn’t start.”
Did everyone at the zoo know her personal life? “We met again purely by coincidence. He saw my car wouldn’t start, and offered me a ride home. That’s all there was to it.”
Mr. Campbell’s shoulders slumped. Good, let him feel what she felt when she realized she wasn’t here to get the job she’d been wanting forever and ever.
“Why did you need to find him?” Surely a few photos wouldn’t be that big of a deal. It had to be more than that.
Mr. Campbell puffed his chest out, regaining some of his excitement. “Picture this, Rogar working with the big cats.”
There was a moment of silence. Enough for her to know she didn’t like where he was taking her.
“You were there. You had to have seen the way he handled Sheba. The whole zoo is buzzing. Everyone tells me he was hypnotic, that he had the cat worshipping the very ground he walked on.” He rubbed his hands together. “And they want more.”
She could feel the color drain from her face. “But…but I was promised that job.” She’d been passed over so many times, and yet, they would give it to a stranger?”
“There will be another opening, and I’ll make sure you get that one, but think of what he could do in the way of PR, the extra funding for the zoo…”
And a substantial raise for Mr. Campbell from his father who still controlled the purse strings.
She squared her shoulders. “I’m sorry, I don’t know where he is,” she lied.
Mr. Campbell frowned, it was quickly replaced by a devious glint in his eyes that she had a feeling didn’t bode well for her.
“You know, I’m sure we could add another animal keeper job working with the big cats. If you bring this man to me, and we hire him, then you could even start immediately.”
Excitement flittered through her, then died a fast death. Rogar would never agree to stay. “Your idea won’t work. The guy is super wealthy. He gave me a ride home in his Jaguar, and he paid for a private tour of the zoo. I even heard he might be a prince or something. He doesn’t need a job.”
“Oh.” He sat down heavily in his leather chair. “You’re probably right. Okay, then I guess you can go back to work.”
There was no better time than now. “Mr. Campbell, about that job as animal keeper…for the big cats?”
He looked up as he folded the newspaper. “What about it?”
“Well, I am next in line for the first opening.”
He tossed the paper to the side. “There isn’t an opening, though, so why are we having this conversation? Besides, you know I don’t do the actual hiring.”
Ass. “Yes, sir.” She turned on her heel and marched out of his office.
She was never going to get the job. She would be stuck with the baby animals for the rest of her life. The closest she would get to the big cats would be the fat stray that was in the petting zoo.
But if Rogar walked in right now, they would hand him the job on a silver platter. It wasn’t fair. For a moment, a thread of anger at Rogar weaved through her, but just as quickly, she dismissed it. It wasn’t Rogar’s fault. Mr. Campbell was another matter.
She didn’t notice that she was going in the opposite direction of the petting zoo until she was at the bridge that led toward the big cats.
Oh, who cared? She didn’t. At least, not right now. She hurried to the pit. Sheba was resting in the shade of one of the trees. She purred from deep in her throat, welcoming Callie. At least, that’s what Callie liked to think. And maybe Sheba was glad to see her. Could Sheba sense the animal inside Callie?
This couldn’t be happening. It was too insane. First, Rogar tells her that he’s an alien. Then he tells her she’s part alien, too. And that she has an animal guide.
Now, Mr. Campbell is ready to hand over the job she’s wanted most of her life, to Rogar, and her boss would put it on a silver platter if Rogar asked.
If she didn’t know everything was true, she’d laugh. Oh, Lord, her life was screwed up beyond repair. She leaned against the concrete barrier and rested her chin on her hands. “Oh, Sheba, what in the world am I going to do?”
Callie should just quit. Her college education was going to waste. This was home, though. At least, the closest she’d ever been to having one. So what if her family consisted of a jaguar and a handful of zoo employees. She couldn’t just leave, could she? She looked at Sheba, knowing they’d shared a bond from day one.
She sighed. Maybe it wouldn’t be that much longer before she got the job.
A group of children came up the path, drawing her from her thoughts. She straightened, smoothing her hands over her shirt so she would look professional, then pasted a smile on her face.
Ten-year-olds. She could guess their ages within a few months. Three of them barreled up the sidewalk. One tripped, falling toward her. She instinctively grabbed and caught him, along with all of the soda and all the crushed ice that was in his very large blue cup. She sucked in her breath as ice went down the front of her shirt.
“She made me spill my drink,” he screamed in her ear.
Great, now she was wet, cold, sticky, and had hearing loss. Would her insurance cover this? Hmm, not likely. She glanced at the teacher who already looked frazzled, and felt a moment of pity. They should double teachers’ salaries. The woman clapped her hands together and the little boy stopped yelling.
“Kelvin, don’t you think you need to apologize to the woman, then thank her for catching you?” the teacher scolded.
“My soda…”
“Kelvin?” The teacher gave him that look that works on every child, and most adults.
Kelvin kicked at the sidewalk. “Sorry.”
Callie kept her smile bright and cheerful. “It happens a lot. Apology accepted.”
“Can we go to the petting zoo now, Mrs. Cooper,” Kelvin asked.
Apparently, he assumed his apology would automatically clear him of all wrongdoing. Callie smiled at the teacher and walked away. When she was a safe distance, she pulled her shirt out of her pants and shook the rest of the ice out.
“What happened to you?” Gail asked as Callie hurried inside their tiny office. If you even could call it an office. A small desk and a private bathroom.
“I was checking on Sheba and met up with a class that will be here in about ten minutes.” She reached inside a bottom drawer and pulled out a clean uniform top. It always paid to have an extra one around here.
