reached his eyes, softening
his features.
“Thanks to you, I’m able.” I accepted my paperwork and moved to the next exhibit,
trying to ignore the warmth spreading through me like liquid heat. His smile had the
same effect on me as the sun had earlier.
Sun lover equals Zane lover? No way! Not a chance. I shoved the ridiculous idea away.
We’d reached the wolves, one of my favorite exhibits in spite of my aversion to dogs.
A male and three females lived in the wilderness-inspired enclosure.
Unlike many zoos, the park’s animals had large areas to explore, making their confined
existence more bearable. At this point, all the animals had been born in captivity,
and I’d never heard any complain about their surroundings.
For the most part, the wolves watched from a distance. They stuck together and avoided
human contact, forming their own little pack. Feeding time was the one exception.
Zane fixed his gaze on the big male and made a funny growling noise deep in his throat.
Much to my surprise the grey wolf trotted toward us.
“Magnificent creature,” Zane acknowledged. He squatted and faced the wolf through
the gaps in the fencing.
After a few minutes of silent staring, the wolf retreated.
Randall, I spoke the wolf’s name in my mind. What did the man say?
All I could decipher was a picture of an enormous black wolf and the word, brother. Another actual word? My ability was morphing from the caterpillar phase into a fully
developed butterfly, and I had no clue how or why it was happening, or when it would
stop.
“You’re not the only one with a special animal connection,” Zane boasted.
“I’ve never claimed to be the one and only!” I shot back, feeling defensive.
Regardless of his rescue efforts, he still annoyed me on several levels. Later, I’d
give Luke my ultimatum: Zane or me. As for the wolf’s strange mental impression, I’d
explore that later as well, right along with my growing list of crazy and impossible
things to consider.
“You are high-spirited, aren’t you?” he teased.
“What did you expect, another pining woman?” Why did I feel the need to be so mean?
He’d saved my life — two times. It wasn’t his fault more of my coma-acquired-gift
was being unwrapped without my permission.
“Chloe, I’ve managed to offend you. I’m sorry. I’d hoped for a compatible partnership
with a coworker. I’m guessing that’s not in the stars.” He sounded disappointed.
Before I could process his apology, he reached for my hand. “Hello, my name is Zane
Marshall. Can we start over?”
The moment our hands touched an electrical current coursed through my veins like an
illicit drug. I quizered quivered as I stumbled backward, almost falling. The strained look on his face was evidence
enough that he, too, had felt the intoxicating sensation.
As much as I hated to admit it, there was something both alluring and odd about Zane
Marshall. And I was desperate to know more.
Zane tensed. Our moment ended as Rhonda, a cat in heat, sashayed toward us,
“How’s it going? Enjoying your tour?”
“Very much so.” His eyes traveled down my frame, lingering on my breasts then legs.
My face burned in what was surely a very brazen blush. I doubted my darker coloring
could hide my heated reaction this time around. I didn’t care.
It gave me an odd sense of power to see him focused on me with the curvy, platinum-blonde
batting her lashes. When Rhonda found a man she wanted, she made no effort to hide
her intentions. Zane was the latest man on her hit list of hunks.
“What are you doing for lunch?” Her question was for Zane alone. She made that clear
by sliding closer to him while ignoring my presence. I should have been happy to see
him vanish for awhile, but instead, an unexpected stab of jealousy pierced between
my ribs.
The next words tumbled out of my mouth shocking us all. “Zane’s having lunch with
me. We’ve still got