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imagined the gory glory. His mind, his
brain and hers would lock in psychedelic euphoria, and they’d soar to a wild
and heightened erotic state. In that state, their brains would produce their
own hallucinogens. It would be glorious…then would come his favorite part…the
gore and his afterglow.
    ****
    Tigra stepped out of her caravan, tensed and ready
for anything. She had to go to her tigers. Stripes and Slywere still upset and edgy over last week’s attack on Rolo and the
disappearance of Candy. She wanted to get them out of the cages for a while.
With the grounds quiet and deserted, she felt it was safe to walk them without
fear of running into someone. And if she ran into the peeping
tom, too bad for him.
    She put the tigers on special heavy duty leather
leashes, and burning with curiosity, she headed toward caravan thirteen.
    ****
    Hugh stepped out the door of caravan thirteen and
sat down on the steps, far too excited to sleep. At a ferocious growl, he
looked up and saw two tigers straining at leashes held by Tigra Tortella, the
Queen of Tigers. She no longer wore those exciting strips of fur, but the jeans
and sweater were no less enticing. She wasn’t as big as her banner suggested.
Could the petite version of the Queen hold back two giant lurching tigers? He stood, ready to take any needed action.
    Tigra glared at him with slanted cat eyes. “What are
you doing in Rolo’s Caravan?” Her tone was devoid of friendliness and her
sensuous lips curled like those of her tiger friends.
    A flash of annoyance rose and then rolled off of him. “Mr.
Coleman assigned me this unit. I’m a new hire to take Rolo’s place until he
returns. I’m supposed to report to you in the morning.”
    “To begin with, buddy, no one can take Rolo’s place.
But if the boss hired you, I suppose he saw talents not yet apparent to me.
What do you know about big cats?”
    He frowned. She had a crumby attitude but somehow
the sexy tilt of her head and the saucy lift of her breasts made irritation and
apprehension secondary emotions. He shifted and then said the first thing that
popped in his head. “Mating is often a lively and seemly violent ritual among
tigers—then after, they calm down and loll side by side.”
    “Don’t toy with me, Mr.… What did you say your name was?”
    “ Didn’t
say, Ma’am.”
    Hugh’s cool slipped another notch, making his heart pound
erratically. He managed to smile. Damn.
She was baiting him, but by hiding his irritation he’d strike a quicker blow
than if he let her see how badly she’d gotten to him . “ I’m Hugo Marshall
Hall. I prefer to be called Hugh.” He stuck out his hand and, after glancing at
the tigers, withdrew it. “If you don’t mind, I’ll wait until tomorrow to shake
hands, when you’re not flanked with your pets.”
    “Good decision. What else do you know about tigers?”
    “They need love, care, and patient handling.” Probably
much like the Queen herself, he thought. “And frankly, I hate to see them caged
up.” Most of the time. But not tonight. He
darted a wary look at the tigers. “Isn’t it a little dangerous to take big cats
for a walk like domestic pets?”
    She threw back her head and laughed with a bitter tone. Her
reddish-blonde hair was waist-length and wild. She’d approached close enough
for him to see that hercat eyes were
emerald green. She was dangerously beautiful. His hands sweated and he felt a
facial tic near the corner of his eyelid.
      Her shapely
feline beauty sent heat to his lower regions, but he was too uneasy to
appreciate the experience. She and her cats looked as though they were about to
eat him alive.
    “There’s no danger unless I shout attack .” Her words were a soft,
seductive purr.
    Was her
arousing tone spoken for a purpose other than to avoid alarming the cats?
    “Look, if my staying in Rolo’s place upsets you I can find
shelter in the hills. I need this job and I don’t want any trouble. You’ll find
I’m a hard