“Are you saying you may mess up?”
Again a hesitation, but then Evan said, “Absolutely not. You’ve hired the right guy.”
“That’s what I figured.” Amber couldn’t cross her fingers easily since she was driving. But considering the other candidates, she believed what he’d said was true.
* * *
They were finally at the restaurant called The Joint.
Evan allowed his prior tension to ease up, relaxing his shoulders and breathing evenly. He would now get to start the conversation he had planned.
Not that he’d minded being at that Pets and Products shop. It was like every other one he had gone into over the years, and it sold the wholesome food that he always fed Bear, as well as the healthy treats he gave his dog, though not part of any training.
That friend of Amber’s—Mirri—kept looking from him to Amber and back again, as if assessing whether there was more than a new employer-employee association. He fought down the urge to tell her that what she was looking for was simply not there.
So far he liked Amber...sure. But if he finally got to the point, ever, when he was ready to start some kind of relationship with a woman again, it wouldn’t be one in a position to tell him what to do.
He’d had enough people doing that while he was in the military. Although his connections with his senior officers had been as expected and appropriate, he’d not been close friends with any of them. And now that he was fighting with his own psyche to regain internal balance, he wasn’t about to make things more difficult by getting involved with yet another person who was able to give him orders.
When they’d completed their purchases, they had gone around the corner from the pet store, which was on Chance Avenue, to the Cords and Clouds shop on Mercer Street. It was a small tech store run by a guy named Percy Relgin, who looked like the stereotype of geekiness: he was young and thin, with puffy hair and glasses. Amber had introduced them, then told Percy she wanted him to update the ranch’s website again, as he had recently. But this time he was to focus on Evan and add a description of his excellent lessons for pet dogs and potential trainers, which were about to begin, and to say that more classes, including police K-9 training and instruction for therapy dogs and possibly service dogs, too, would be scheduled eventually.
Evan sloughed off his concern about being able to meet her standards. He could do it. He would do it. And he forced himself to give Percy all the information about his background and skills that he asked.
Amber and Percy then talked briefly about the ranch’s email. Apparently the guy had figured out her father’s password, which now meant Amber could access what was there. Then they left.
The Joint was between the two shops, on the joined corner of their respective streets. He had noticed it when he had first driven through Chance on his way to the ranch. The restaurant owner knew Amber and greeted her right away. “I’ve got just the right table for you now,” he said, which was good since the place was crowded.
“Thanks, Gus,” Amber said. “By the way, this is Evan, my new dog trainer.”
“Hi, Evan.” Gus reached out to shake hands. He wore a black T-shirt and jeans, less dressy than the servers, who had on gray knit shirts and dark trousers. “Glad to meet you.” He preceded them between the tables, and Evan watched as Amber said hi and waved to several seated patrons.
At an empty table in the middle of the room, Gus handed them menus, then walked away.
The restaurant appeared to cater to everyone. Evan noted the assortment of families and couples and groups of men and women seated around tables similar to theirs: plastic with a wood-grain finish. The acoustics were what he’d anticipate in a place like this, with a hum of conversations that was loud but didn’t drown out the server’s voice when she asked what they wanted to drink.
Since they were here to discuss his questions he didn’t want any alcohol, not that he feared he wouldn’t stay sober, but because he wanted to appear professional. He ordered a cola.
“So,” Amber said once the server had gone. “What did you want to discuss tonight?”
He first asked about the ranch: how Amber’s father had started it, why it was at such a remote location and how he’d nevertheless lured in people from all over to learn how to train not only pets, but also police K-9s and therapy dogs. She responded that her dad believed in himself and wanted students to come to him and learn, with dogs, in a comfortable environment. And it had worked well, she told Evan, which he knew from Corbin Belott’s reputation on the internet rating sites and the numbers of classes he’d apparently taught. But Evan recognized her worry about the future and was both grateful and concerned she would be relying on him.
In answer to further questions, Amber said her dad had loved working with dogs and even training other people to work with them, but had enjoyed doing it all himself, so he’d had no backup employees. She said he’d made a good living at it.
Evan also wanted to know what the family believed had happened to Corbin Belott, though he wouldn’t mention that now. Corbin had been murdered, Evan knew from his research. Shot, and his body was found on the grounds of his ranch by a ranch hand, whom Evan now believed was Orrin.
According to news reports, the case remained unsolved. Did his family have any idea about his enemies? Might his wife and daughter be in danger, too?
And Evan wondered how Amber and her mother handled such a horror. Sure, he had seen and dealt with death in many tragic ways, had nearly died himself—and would have, had it not been for Bear. But he had been at war, in a dangerous situation that he had chosen, somewhat, to face.
That was very different from what had happened here.
But this wasn’t the time or place to ask Amber about what had happened to her dad. It might never be appropriate, despite his curiosity.
Evan instead went to another item on his mental list that was more critical to him and his new job. “I know I’ll be working with some of your long-standing students tomorrow, which is great. I’ll get a taste of the classes your father taught both to potential pet trainers and to their dogs that need training, and that should help a lot. But I gather there aren’t other classes of any kind scheduled right now.”
He looked across the table directly into the brown eyes that studied him so intently. “Not yet,” she said. “I hope we can get other kinds started fast, which was why I wanted to update our website right away. You’ll need to work with our shepherd pups, too, but I know enough to understand it’ll be a while before they’re ready to be sold to police handlers and become actual K-9s, although I want word to get out that it’ll be coming. It would also be good if we get some interest now from officers who bring working K-9s in for additional training.”
“I agree,” Evan said. “And as for these pups, you’re right that it’s usually best not to turn them over to handlers until they’re a bit older and well trained, but if they progress well things could go faster.”
“Really?”
He liked the way Amber smiled at him, although he glanced over her shoulder after meeting her eyes.
“Really,” he said.
Their server returned with rolls
