Pamela Tracy - Katie's Rescue

Luke remembered the conversation about Tyre. There’d been a few articles written about the attack, as well, mostly of the wild-animals-and-small-children-do-not-mix slant. Not one article, though, said exactly how the little girl had been hurt or why both girls had been sent away—unless Bob Vincent had suddenly bought into that opinion that wild animals and small children do not mix.

Jasper hadn’t been exactly forthcoming about the attack, either.

“Maybe you ought to think about doing some videos,” Meredith suggested. “A before-and-after feature about Aquila. Get some advertising for Bridget’s.”

“Katie always took a good photo.” Jasper brushed the hair away from Katie’s forehead.

“Right now,” Luke said drolly, “the only picture a magazine would get would be of her fainting and me picking her up.”

“And of a very skinny panther,” Meredith added.

“Katie will come around,” Jasper insisted.

“She didn’t faint before, when you knew her?”

“Not once,” Jasper said.

“Could it be exhaustion?” Luke asked the vet.

Fred shrugged, “I think you should take her to the walk-in clinic. Get a real opinion.”

“It’s not exhaustion.”

All three men turned at the sound of Katie’s voice. Her eyes, a somber shade of green, were now open. She sat up with Jasper’s help. Tinker jumped off the couch, gave an indignant meow and walked over to settle on Luke’s desk.

“Then what is it?” Luke couldn’t keep the impatience from his voice. Bridget’s opened in ten minutes. He’d not done rounds or even checked to make sure his crew was in place. Instead, he’d been saving the woman who was supposed to be saving him.

“I heard someone scream.”

“You probably heard a peacock,” Luke said. “Do you know what a peacock sounds like?”

She shook her head.

“Are the memories that bad?” Jasper asked softly.

“What memories?” Luke interjected.

“The memories are that bad,” Katie whispered.

“Katie, the attack wasn’t your fault. Your daddy gave you way too much responsibility, and he should have been watching over you. Give it time. Your confidence will come back to you. Like riding a bike.”

Clearly Luke should have demanded that Jasper fill him in on exactly what had happened that long-ago day. Secrets didn’t belong in a wild animal park. They could get you killed. “I thought Janie barely had a scar?” Luke said. “You said they got her to the doctor in time. I realize that’s why your father sent you to live with an aunt, but your sister is fine, right?”

Katie and Jasper exchanged a look, one Luke couldn’t read. Finally, Katie nodded but didn’t look convinced.

“Not your fault, little girl,” Jasper repeated. “Tyre was always a bad-tempered cat.”

Fault?

“Jasper, what are you trying to say?” Luke was losing patience. It was quickly becoming clear that Jasper had left out a few vital pieces of the story, especially when he’d claimed Katie Vincent could deal with Aquila. “I didn’t buy a cat named Tyre. I bought one named Aquila. Why would anything be Katie’s fault?”

“What he’s trying to tell you,” Katie said, her voice getting clearer and red spots appearing on cheeks that had previously been white, “is that I’m not afraid of Aquila, or of what Aquila might do. I’m afraid of what I might do.”

“Lady, you’re going to need to be a little clearer because I’m not getting the picture here.”

Her eyes closed once more. For a moment, he thought he’d lost her again. Then, almost as if she were talking to herself, she said, “I’d just finished working with Tyre and something distracted me. I don’t even remember what. But I left the pen, just for a minute. Next thing I knew there was a snarling sound and screams. My little sister’s screams.”

“She’d wandered into the cage,” Jasper explained, as if Luke couldn’t figure it out.

“She thought I was there,” Katie said. “Janie always followed me around. Next thing I knew, there she was on the ground and Tyre was at her throat.”

“So why is that your fault?” Luke asked.

“I left the gate open.”

CHAPTER FOUR

TO LUKE’S CREDIT, he didn’t offer platitudes. He simply said, “Well, she’s fine now, right?”

Typical male.

Unfortunately, he then shot Jasper a questioning look that Katie interpreted as She left the gate open!

“Katie was only twelve,” Jasper defended.

“And I knew better!” Katie insisted.

“And had way more responsibility than you should have had.” Jasper said the words matter-of-factly, as if they should be believed and accepted. Judging by the nods of the listeners, after just six short months of being with the park, Jasper’s word already held a lot of weight. “And Bob wasn’t running a zoo. He didn’t answer to the American Zoological Association. He had laws to follow, but those weren’t nearly as stringent as the ones we have to follow here because we’re open to the public. There were no double gates on Tyre’s enclosure, or anything.”

Katie protested, “Janie was only six. I was supposed to watch over her.”

Luke took back the conversation by repeating, “Well, she’s fine now, right?”

Today, at least, Janie was probably more “fine” than Katie.

“She’s no doubt stocking the refrigerator and inviting friends over,” Katie agreed. “And already planning to trash our apartment while I’m here instead of watching her.”

Luke merely harrumphed. He obviously didn’t have a sister living with—

Katie immediately felt a moment’s guilt. He didn’t have a sister, because Bridget had died. No doubt he’d love to be worrying about a trashed house instead of a house that was too quiet.

Of course, no man this good-looking, this nice, had a house that was too quiet. He probably had the wife and two-point-five kids.

He wasn’t wearing a ring, though. Mind you, her dad hadn’t worn one, either. He said it deterred attention from the female demographic.

Katie glanced around the room, wishing she were back home, wishing she’d thought to stop and get a motel room, wishing she were anywhere but here in a small office, packed with Luke, Jasper, Fred the vet and a thirtysomething female she’d yet to officially meet.

And a small black-and-white cat sitting at attention on Luke Rittenhouse’s desk.

“I think I just need to rest,” Katie finally said.

Jasper patted her hand awkwardly and left the room.

“That couch isn’t very comfortable,” the other woman said.

“Hey,” Luke protested, “it’s plenty comfortable when you pull out the Hide-A-Bed.”

“Which we’re not doing today,” the woman scolded, an edge to her voice. “Don’t even think about it.”

Katie agreed. No way could she sleep here. Outside Luke’s office, she could hear the sounds of animals beginning their day. Birds provided background chatter, bison or maybe an antelope lowed and in the distance she could hear the hum of machinery testifying to the presence of humans.

It was like going back in time more than a decade and waking up twelve years old.

A time she didn’t want to go back to.

“She needs time to acclimate.” This came from the edgy-voiced woman in the room.

“You must be Meredith,” Katie said. “We spoke on the phone.”

“Yes, I’m one of the keepers.”

Jasper returned and handed Katie a glass of water. “I’ve talked to Ruth. She’s on her way in from the horse arena. She says to call her when you’re ready to go. She’ll take good care of you.”

“I just need to get into town, find a motel and get some sleep. Really, I don’t want to be a bother.”

“We’re all about saving money,” Jasper said. “Not a bother at all. You’re like family.”