in holes and become the animals. There were places where children looked in a mirror and suddenly their head appeared above a pirate, or a cowboy. Scattered among activities were animal information charts with lots and lots of pictures. And, of course, soon there would be places to buy souvenirs and snacks even before they walked under the giant Bridget’s AZ Animal Adventure sign.
His little sister would have loved it.
For her, Luke’s goal was to put Scorpion Ridge on the map and make Bridget’s a success. Sure, it was a little off the beaten path, but with an orangutan that read the newspaper and took afternoon tea, an anaconda that weighed over a hundred pounds and a black panther that danced to Cindi Lauper, the number of people willing to drive a ways and spend money could quadruple.
It just needed to quadruple really soon.
As if sensing his owner’s unhappiness, Tinker chose that moment to jump off the desk, meander over and plop down on Luke’s foot to meow.
“I’m all right,” Luke said, bending down and scooping up the full-grown, long-haired, black-and-white cat that was roughly the same size as his shoe. The zoo vet, Fred, said malnutrition had stunted the cat’s growth. Luke figured the cat truly liked his compact size; the beast could fit anywhere.
Setting the feline back on his desk—there was already enough cat hair on his clothing to stuff a pillow—Luke picked up his cell phone and called his most treasured coworker. Ruth Moore was almost sixty, weighed two hundred pounds, always wore a pair of reading glasses that matched her outfit and for years had run the place.
Before Luke had turned it into Bridget’s, the property had been managed by his uncle Albert, and consisted of nothing more than a roadside petting zoo with a few exotics. And Ruth.
Ruth was straightforward, liked all animals and most people, and Luke couldn’t get along without her. He’d known her all his life, and she’d been the one who’d suggested him for the job of director. She did whatever he asked without question. And, best of all, if he didn’t ask, she figured out something to do.
She knew everyone in the animal world and definitely knew more than he did about Bridget’s. She was his go-to person.
“I’m behind the scenes with my lion,” Ruth yelled over the radio. Nothing Luke said could convince her he could hear her without the yelling. “Terrance the Terrible is yawning on command and getting his teeth brushed. We need to film this.”
Ever since Jasper, Bob Vincent’s right-hand man—and somehow part of the “extras” Luke had purchased—arrived along with the Vincent animals, Ruth had suddenly become idea woman of the month.
“Good thinking,” Luke said, just as he’d said to all her ideas for the past month. Though this idea just might be doable and affordable: Luke’s two favorite words.
After ending his call with Ruth, he checked to see what his head keeper, Meredith, was up to. Then he opened his scheduler. He had two school tours booked; one had reserved the birthday area for their picnic lunch. A good sign this early in the school year. Scorpion Ridge’s nearest neighbor, a college town called Adobe Hills, was 45 minutes away, and Tucson was fifteen minutes past that. So for most, a visit to Bridget’s meant planning in advance.
But Luke needed to entice more visitors, desperately, and to get more visitors, he needed the cats to perform.
So far the cougar did a great job of mutilating giant cardboard boxes. And the bobcat walked across the rope from his shady area to a tree—when he wanted. To Terrance, the lion’s, credit, he snored and made great noises while he slept. The kids loved it.
But Aquila...so far, nothing.
And Aquila could dance if he wanted! Something that would surely draw kids from all over.
Instead, he glared and didn’t move. He was also doing his best to qualify as a spokescat for a weight loss center—a topic the local newspaper didn’t mind putting in print. Aquila had weighed just over a hundred pounds when he’d arrived at AZ Adventures. Now he was more like seventy. Ruth refused to go near the animal; it made her cry. Jasper had tried different kinds of foods, tried different kinds of games and when nothing worked, muttered under his breath. Meredith admitted she was running out of ideas. Katie was their last hope. And maybe Bridget’s, as well. If the private society that funded Bridget’s ever stopped footing most of the park’s bills, it’d go under.
In weeks.
The door to the office opened. Meredith peeked in, looking annoyed. “Katie Vincent just called. She won’t be here tomorrow. Apparently they couldn’t get anyone to replace her at work. She’ll drive out Saturday morning.”
“That will put her here either Saturday at midnight or early Sunday morning,” Luke figured. “Did she say if she was heading straight here or to a motel?”
“She didn’t really give me a chance to ask questions.” Meredith smirked. “She simply told me to give the message to His Highness and then she hung up.”
Luke grinned and relaxed for the first time that morning. His Highness, huh? He kind of liked it. “Find out what Katie does for a living.”
Meredith bowed, something she’d never done before, and Luke just knew he heard a faint Yes, Your Highness as she backed out the door.
Before Luke had a chance to return to his schedule, Meredith came back.
“She’s an interpreter for the deaf. She attends college classes with students. They couldn’t get a replacement for tomorrow’s classes. She said if Saturday didn’t work...” Meredith’s smirk returned, and Luke could imagine what Katie had said.
“So you reached her—”
“Briefly. I get the sense that she’s less than thrilled about the sudden career change.”
No doubt Meredith couldn’t fathom why anyone would choose any career that wasn’t with animals.
“It’s not a career change,” Luke grumbled. “I asked her for two weeks.”
If not for his concerns about Aquila’s health and Bridget’s finances, Luke would have been looking forward to meeting Katie Vincent. It was clear Jasper thought she hung the moon, yet the man had admitted she hadn’t had much contact with either him or her father in years.
Still, for Luke, it was hard to get past the fact that she hadn’t personally arranged or physically attended her father’s funeral, and then had hired outsiders to pack up the kingdom and sell everything. If she’d cared one iota about her dad or the animals, she’d have been on hand and made sure everything was taken care of.
Personally.
That’s how Luke would have done it.
When he’d said as much to Jasper, the older man just muttered about bad decisions and hurt feelings.
So what! They were a part of life. What family didn’t have their share of bad decisions and hurt feelings? You fought it out, worked it out and forged a bond that couldn’t be shaken.
He looked out the window of his office again. The animal adventure had grown a lot since he’d taken it over. His little sister wouldn’t recognize it. She’d still recognize some of the animals, though. This place had been Bridget’s favorite
