his frustration. “Since when does the concierge of Blair House keep a kangaroo as a pet? Let alone carry it around with her like a baby?”
Charlie glowered at him. “Where is it written in my contract that I can’t bring a pet into Blair House? Or that it has to be a cat or a dog?”
“Come on,” Mike said, frustrated as hell. He knew that there was no such clause in her employment contract, but enough was enough. Not even an unusual woman like Charlie Norris would go to such weird lengths as to own a pet like a kangaroo. “You really don’t expect me to believe a cockamamy story like that one, do you?”
She shrugged. “I’m beyond the point of trying to defend myself or my choice of pets to you or anyone else. Believe it or not, Boomer is a baby kangaroo and he needs five feedings a day. I bottle-fed him this morning before I came to work. Right now he thinks he’s in his mother’s pouch waiting for the next feeding.”
At her explanation, Mike looked more incredulous than ever. “Why is he shaking like that?”
“He’s just reacting to a friendly voice. Mine,” she added pointedly.
Mike eyed the swaying tote bag. “Not that I believe you, but where did you manage to find a kangaroo around here? And why did you have to bring it to the office?”
“I found Boomer through the Internet. As for why he’s here, Freddie, my zoo helper, has the flu. I didn’t have anyone else to leave the little guy with.”
“On the Internet. A zoo,” Mike echoed slowly. “I’ve heard of Web sites where people sell or exchange all kinds of weird things, but baby kangaroos? And a personal zoo? You can’t possibly be serious.”
“He’s here, isn’t he? And, for your information, I own two other marsupials. They’re my friends.” She stopped and frowned. “Actually, I don’t actually know who owns who, but collecting exotic animals is a hobby of mine.”
Charlie wasn’t sure she liked the rainbow of expressions that ran across Mike’s face as he eyed the tote bag. If he’d thought she was odd before, what did he think of her now?
And why, she wondered as she eyed Mike’s chiseled features and the aura of mystery that his profession surrounded him with, did she care what he thought of her?
“A zoo for exotic animals,” he echoed softly as he eyed her. “Now, why don’t I believe that either?”
It was Charlie’s turn to shrug. “It’s a small zoo where I keep Boomer and his…” She paused for breath. What more could he think about her if she told him she had an eclectic collection of creatures, furry and otherwise? She settled for “…and a few other animals.”
“And this so-called zoo of yours?” he said dryly. “Next thing you’re going to tell me it’s in your backyard.”
“Exactly,” she agreed, relieved that the cards were on the table. She could be herself again. “I have three acres of land in back of the house.”
Mike was almost speechless. As far as he knew, kangaroos were regarded as pests by Australians, but evidently not by Charlie. But to carry around a baby kangaroo in a tote bag?
For Pete’s sakes! Mike wanted to shout at her. This is Blair House, the official residence of the State Department! Numerous notables have stayed here through the years, including a president of the United States while the White House was being renovated. How could you bring a live kangaroo in here?
He glanced at the tote bag. On second thought, he didn’t dare raise his voice. There was no telling how the baby kangaroo in there might react. What if it got out and he had to chase it around the premises? He and Charlie would be dismissed so fast it would make their heads swim. And what that would do to his spotless reputation wasn’t even worth thinking about.
The terrifying thought changed the picture. He could look the other way, but he was the Special-Agent-in-Charge at Blair House, and had a duty to perform. If anything went wrong, it was his head.
Before she could stop him, Mike reached for the tote bag, pulled the strings open and looked inside.
Two big brown eyes looked trustfully back at him. A damp nose twitched, two little brownish-red elongated ears waved a welcome.
To add to Mike’s dismay, a slender tongue licked its lips, a sure sign it was ready for its next bottle. To really blow his mind, he caught a glimpse of small hips encased in a diaper and a foot that was tapping to some unheard melody.
The little creature inside the tote bag was a baby kangaroo!
Mike could have sworn, if anyone had asked him later, that the animal had actually smiled at him.
What he did sense, was that he’d been foiled one more time by Charlie’s unorthodox behavior and her mesmerizing eyes. Thank God, it was only a helpless baby kangaroo she had with her this time instead of something that could have caused a major incident.
He let the tote bag’s drawstring close, muttered under his breath and swung around to stare at the baby kangaroo’s owner. When she smiled hopefully, words almost failed him.
“I can’t deal with this right now,” he muttered and dropped the sheaf of papers he was carrying on Charlie’s desk.
The tote bag stopped shaking.
Charlie sighed in relief, put a warning finger over her lips and pointed to the door. “We can talk outside,” she whispered.
“I can’t believe you want to talk out in the hall because of your pet,” Mike protested. “Why not here in your office? He can’t possibly understand what we’re talking about.”
“I don’t want to disturb Boomer,” she whispered. “He needs his rest.”
“You’ve got it wrong. He’s not a baby. He’s only a kangaroo!”
“Same thing.” She grabbed him by the arm and urged him toward the door.
“No way! I’m not putting up with this,” Mike said. He shook off her arm. “We’ll talk another time when your pet isn’t around.”
Charlie unhappily watched Mike glare at the tote bag and head for the door. After this latest incident, there was no way she was ever going to be able to restore her credibility with him—if she had had any in the first place—or be able to change his opinion of her. At least, not until she had a chance to show him how nearly human some of her pets actually were. And had a chance to show him humans had a lot to learn about relationships from the loving and caring animals.
She turned back into her office and glanced through the sheaf of papers Mike had dropped on her desk. After a moment, she realized they were copies of handwritten notes he’d taken about the incident yesterday. Several had question marks on the side. Questions he’d obviously intended to ask her.
“Still don’t trust me, do you?” she muttered as she debated throwing the papers in the wastepaper basket.
Mike unexpectedly appeared in the doorway. “Maybe I was a little hasty back there,” he said. “I forgot to take my notes with me. Unless…” he went on with a glance at the coatrack, “you’ve changed your mind and want to go over them with me now.”
Charlie
