Black Hills Page 42
“Couldn’t right now, Mary, but thanks. Matt’s doing the paperwork, putting the file together. Can you take it to Willy on your way home?”
“Sure I can.” Mary, hazel eyes full of concern over the silver rims of her cheaters, gave Lil a brief one-armed hug. “They’ll find that motherless coward, Lil. Don’t you worry.”
“I’m counting on it.” She drank the tea because it was there, and because Mary was watching to see that she did.
“We’ve got that Boy Scout field trip coming in next week. I can reschedule if you want more time.”
“No, let’s try to keep it business as usual.”
“All right, then. I did some grant research, and put some possibilities together. You can look them over, see if you want me to take any of them further.”
“All right.”
“Tomorrow,” Mary said firmly, and took the empty mug. “Now, go home. We’ll close up.”
“I’m going to check on everybody first.”
“Tansy and the interns, some volunteers saw to the feedings.”
“I’ll just… check. Go on home.” She glanced over at Lucius to include him. “As soon as Matt’s finished, close up and go home.”
When she stepped outside, she saw Farley coming from the direction of the stables. He raised a hand in salute. “I brought your new horse, and your gear. Gave her a good rubdown, some extra grain.”
“Farley, you’re a godsend.”
“You’d do the same.” He stopped in front of her, gave her arm a little pat and rub. “Hell of a thing, Lil.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Anything need doing?” He squinted into the gathering twilight. “Your dad said I should stay as long as you need. He thought maybe I should bunk down here for the night.”
“You don’t need to do that, Farley.”
“Well, I’d say it was more he said I’d be bunking down here for the night rather than I should.” Farley gave her his appealingly goofy grin. “I’ll use the cot back in the stables.”
“There’s a better one in the offices. Use that. I’ll talk to your boss, but we’ll let this ride tonight.”
“He’ll sleep better.”
“That’s why we’re letting it ride. The fact is, I’ll probably sleep better, too, knowing you’re close by. I’ll make you some supper.”
“No need. Your ma packed me plenty. Wouldn’t hurt to give them a call.” He shifted in his worn-at-the-heels boots. “Just saying.”
“I will.”
“Ah, is Tansy inside?”
“No. She must be out here somewhere.” The little light in his eye made her want to sigh again. It was so damn sweet. “Maybe you could take a look around for her, tell her we’re going to close a little early. If the animals have been checked, she can go on home.”
“I’ll do that. You take it easy, now, Lil. If you need anything tonight, you just give me a holler.”
“I will.”
She turned toward the small-cat area. She stopped by each habitat to help remind herself why she was doing this, what she hoped to do. Most of the animals they sheltered, they studied, would be dead otherwise. Euthanized or disposed of by owners, killed in the wild they were too old or handicapped to survive. They had a life here, protection, and as much freedom as could be allowed. They served to educate, to fascinate, to draw funds to help maintain the whole.
It mattered. Intellectually she knew it mattered. But her heart was so sore it wasn’t the intellect that needed reinforcement.
Baby waited for her, the engine purr in his throat. She crouched, leaning her head against the cage so he could bump his to it in greeting.
She looked beyond him to where the two other cougars they’d taken in tore into their evening meal. Only Baby would leave his favorite chicken dinner for her.
And in his brilliant eyes, she took comfort.
***
IT TOOK FARLEY a while to find her, but his heart gave a few extra beats when he did. Tansy sat on one of the benches-and for once she was alone, watching the big old tiger (imagine a tiger living right in the valley!) wash his face.
Just like a house cat would, Farley thought, licking at his paws, rubbing them on his face.
He wanted to think of something clever to say, something smart and funny. He didn’t think he was clever when it came to words mostwise anyhow. And he got his tongue tangled and stuck when he was within speaking distance of Tansy Spurge.
She was about the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, and he wanted her for his own so bad it hurt in the belly.
He knew all that dark, curly hair of hers was soft, and kinda springy to the touch. He’d managed to get his hands on it once. He knew the skin of her hands was smooth and soft, but he wondered if her face would be the same. That pretty, golden brown face. He hadn’t had the nerve to try to touch that yet.
But he was working up to it.
She was smarter than he was, no question. He’d finished high school because Joe and Jenna laid that down as law. But Tansy had all kinds of education on him and those fancy college degrees. He liked that about her, too, how the smart of her showed in her eyes. The goodness in them right there with it.
He’d seen how she was with animals. Gentle. Farley didn’t hold with causing an animal harm.
And with all that, she was so damn sexy his blood started humming in his head-and other places-whenever he got within ten feet of her.
Like right now.
He squared his shoulders, wished he wasn’t so damned skinny.
“He sure keeps himself clean and tidy, doesn’t he?” While he was building up the gumption to sit beside her, Farley stopped by the cage to watch the old boy wash.
He’d touched Boris once, too, when Tansy’d had him under to help Matt clean what was left of his teeth. It sure was a big experience, letting your hands walk right over a jungle cat.
“He’s feeling good today. Had a good appetite. I worried if he’d last the winter, sweet old thing, when he had that kidney infection. But he just keeps going.”
The words were easy, casual-like, but he knew-had made a study on-her tones. He heard the tears before he saw them.
“Ah, now.”
“Sorry.” She waved a hand. “We’re all having a rough day. I was mad, just mad, for most of it. Then I sat down here, and…” She shrugged, waved again.