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of overpopulation we are committed to, it will allow the cats the most comfortable housing we can possibly provide, in the most natural setting we are capable of giving them.”
    Paul nodded, leaning in to study the plans further. “And you stated there would be an on-site veterinarian, along with guards, and trainers, nearly around the clock. How do you plan on paying all these people?”
    She raised an eyebrow. “This is beginning to sound like another interrogation. I believe I’ve passed all the tests, and most of this, I’ve already answered during the probe. Were you not listening?”
    He laughed. “You’re a tough one, aren’t you? No, I was listening, but everything you’re proposing must come with a hefty price tag. It makes me curious.”
    “Seems like you’re curious about an awful lot still, especially for someone who wanted so badly to shut me down.” She sighed, glanced across the room, and regarded him once again. “Look, the sanctuary will be funded, nearly a hundred percent, by my own dollars. We are non-profit, so what will come in will be by donations, and most of our staff will be volunteer. I’m not in this to commercialize these animals, Mr. Schotter.”
    “Okay, okay, you’re convincing me.” He afforded Cami a lopsided grin. “And it’s still Paul. I’d still love to ride around the property. I’m a visual person, I’m afraid.”
    His eyes glistened and Cami pulled both arms around her chest. Scrutiny, or eager invitation, was not welcomed.
    He clapped and clasped his hands. “Should we get something to eat, then you give me the grand tour?”
    “It is open land right now with only fencing and skeletal buildings giving any definition, you do realize that?”
    He nodded. “Yes, but just as I’m good at visualizing, I also have a strong imagination.”
    Cami pulled back. The words weren’t settling well, and she didn’t like the vague inclination of pick-up lines. Still, if it urged him off the bandwagon of being in the way of the sanctuary, she’d put up with him. He didn’t seem dangerous, not in that way. “Okay. That is what we agreed on.”
    Paul nodded and signaled for a waitress, who scurried to the table. Cami listened as he ordered a cheeseburger with fries, and grimaced. She’d had her heart set on the same thing, but refused to order it now. As the teenaged waitress turned to face her, she swallowed hard and thought fast. “French dip, please, with cole slaw instead of fries, and a Coke."
    The teenaged waitress scribbled on a notepad, stole another quick glance at Paul and hurried away. They sat in silence, her fingers poking absently at the prongs of a fork, while he studied her.
    “So, aside from very large, rather dangerous, cats, what do you like? Movies? Books? Running in the rain?”
    A single eyebrow shot up. “Running in the rain? What, like wet t-shirt contests?”
    He laughed. “No, no. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to offend you, although I’m thinking since I declared war against the sanctuary, there’s very little I can do or say now that won’t offend you. I simply mean, well, you must be an outdoorsy kind of person, wanting to spend your life caring for wildlife of sorts. So I can’t picture you sitting inside, pasting pictures to paper or knitting.”
    “No, I guess you’re right on all counts. You, in general, do offend me, because the sanctuary is very important to me, and that’s putting it mildly.” Paul chuckled, and Cami stopped a grin short. She was being ridiculous. Time to lighten up a bit Cami-girl . “And yes, I love being outside, so I don’t do much scrapbooking, and no knitting.” She grimaced, “Although my family would be perfectly content for me to do that girly kind of thing, or be barefoot and pregnant with a husband coming home every night in tailored suit and real leather briefcase.”
    “Which I’m guessing does not appeal to you.”
    “A husband and kids, sure, someday. Barefoot and pregnant, not so much, and