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order.”
“No way! Let me hop in the shower, and I’ll be there.” I hung up before he could protest
further.
This I had to see.
Mr. Werewolf had made it to work after a long night of pillaging and killing. We had
a number of things to discuss. First item on my to-discuss-list was his identity —
the real one.
After showering in record time, I paid careful attention to applying my makeup just
so, enhancing my features. I made up my eyes like I’d seen in a copy of Vogue , giving them a cat-like appearance. I intended to use every possible angle, including
my womanly wiles, to persuade Zane into spilling the gory details of his existence.
Any lustful feelings I might have entertained had been severed, right along with the
blond stranger’s head.
Following an uneventful commute, I pulled into my usual space, noting the parking
lot was already filling up. A steady stream of people flowed through the front entrance.
The theory that our summer business faced extinction was proven wrong by the diverse
crowd willing to brave the thick morning fog.
Rushing through the gate, I hurried to complete my normal routine. I’d have to forfeit
my usual coffee-on-the-bench time — one of the major reasons I was never late. Starting
work on the run held no appeal for me.
The moment I spotted Zane talking with Rhonda and Luke, I regretted coming in. My
earlier bravado was replaced by a sense of revulsion at the sight of our veterinarian/werewolf.
By wearing the extra makeup and sequined jeans I now felt cheap and overdone rather
than cute and confident. Who was I kidding? I was way out of my league. Women like
Jazmine belonged with wolfy-men like Zane. He’d see right through my little ruse.
Determining I had just minutes, even seconds, before Zane and the others noticed my
arrival; I decided to see if Zane’s mental block was operational. Maybe he allowed
himself a reprieve from the mental warfare without me around.
I concentrated, pushing away any distracting sounds. It took a second and I was in.
I’ve got to talk with Chloe. She saw me. What am I going to do? Jazmine will find
a way to implicate her, especially if I keep avoiding the mating ceremony. How could
something so simple turn into such a mess? The meeting is next week. That’s all the
time I have…
“Chloe! I didn’t know you were here.” Another employee, John Mitchell, greeted me,
looking puzzled by my strange behavior. I was half-hiding behind the wallaby enclosure
staring at Zane.
“I figured you’d taken the day off.” He followed the direction of my gaze.
“I should have. It’s so strange without Will.” I hoped John would take that as a cue
to move on and mind his own business.
“He was a good guy. Sorry, gotta run! Time to display the babies.” He zigzagged his
way through the visitors toward the nursery.
As a longtime employee, John had one of the cushiest jobs in the park. His biggest
stressor was ensuring that everyone had a chance to pet the fuzzy critters. I avoided
the nursery. Baby animals didn’t have much to say other than feed me; pet me.
Zane on the other hand had quite a bit to say in the short time I’d managed to infiltrate
his thoughts. Making sense of his disjointed thinking was a whole different matter.
“I thought I told you to stay home!” Luke, being the first to notice my arrival, scolded.
“You’re so damn stubborn, Chloe.”
“Since when is that a problem?” My eyes darted to the spot Zane had been standing.
Both he and Rhonda were gone. “Where did my illustrious partner go?”
Luke peered at his always-present clipboard. “Where he’s supposed to be, the exam
room. Please don’t tell me you’re still worked up about him,” he paused, looking
guilty. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. With Will and all —”
“No.” I stopped him. “You’re right. I was being childish. There’s a serial killer
roaming our streets. My issues
“No way! Let me hop in the shower, and I’ll be there.” I hung up before he could protest
further.
This I had to see.
Mr. Werewolf had made it to work after a long night of pillaging and killing. We had
a number of things to discuss. First item on my to-discuss-list was his identity —
the real one.
After showering in record time, I paid careful attention to applying my makeup just
so, enhancing my features. I made up my eyes like I’d seen in a copy of Vogue , giving them a cat-like appearance. I intended to use every possible angle, including
my womanly wiles, to persuade Zane into spilling the gory details of his existence.
Any lustful feelings I might have entertained had been severed, right along with the
blond stranger’s head.
Following an uneventful commute, I pulled into my usual space, noting the parking
lot was already filling up. A steady stream of people flowed through the front entrance.
The theory that our summer business faced extinction was proven wrong by the diverse
crowd willing to brave the thick morning fog.
Rushing through the gate, I hurried to complete my normal routine. I’d have to forfeit
my usual coffee-on-the-bench time — one of the major reasons I was never late. Starting
work on the run held no appeal for me.
The moment I spotted Zane talking with Rhonda and Luke, I regretted coming in. My
earlier bravado was replaced by a sense of revulsion at the sight of our veterinarian/werewolf.
By wearing the extra makeup and sequined jeans I now felt cheap and overdone rather
than cute and confident. Who was I kidding? I was way out of my league. Women like
Jazmine belonged with wolfy-men like Zane. He’d see right through my little ruse.
Determining I had just minutes, even seconds, before Zane and the others noticed my
arrival; I decided to see if Zane’s mental block was operational. Maybe he allowed
himself a reprieve from the mental warfare without me around.
I concentrated, pushing away any distracting sounds. It took a second and I was in.
I’ve got to talk with Chloe. She saw me. What am I going to do? Jazmine will find
a way to implicate her, especially if I keep avoiding the mating ceremony. How could
something so simple turn into such a mess? The meeting is next week. That’s all the
time I have…
“Chloe! I didn’t know you were here.” Another employee, John Mitchell, greeted me,
looking puzzled by my strange behavior. I was half-hiding behind the wallaby enclosure
staring at Zane.
“I figured you’d taken the day off.” He followed the direction of my gaze.
“I should have. It’s so strange without Will.” I hoped John would take that as a cue
to move on and mind his own business.
“He was a good guy. Sorry, gotta run! Time to display the babies.” He zigzagged his
way through the visitors toward the nursery.
As a longtime employee, John had one of the cushiest jobs in the park. His biggest
stressor was ensuring that everyone had a chance to pet the fuzzy critters. I avoided
the nursery. Baby animals didn’t have much to say other than feed me; pet me.
Zane on the other hand had quite a bit to say in the short time I’d managed to infiltrate
his thoughts. Making sense of his disjointed thinking was a whole different matter.
“I thought I told you to stay home!” Luke, being the first to notice my arrival, scolded.
“You’re so damn stubborn, Chloe.”
“Since when is that a problem?” My eyes darted to the spot Zane had been standing.
Both he and Rhonda were gone. “Where did my illustrious partner go?”
Luke peered at his always-present clipboard. “Where he’s supposed to be, the exam
room. Please don’t tell me you’re still worked up about him,” he paused, looking
guilty. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. With Will and all —”
“No.” I stopped him. “You’re right. I was being childish. There’s a serial killer
roaming our streets. My issues
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