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they called Tigs. The USDA allowed people to use cubs between the ages of eight to twelve weeks old. After that, they became potentially dangerous. While Tigs was clearly older than twelve weeks, Bob Carrigan, the zoo’s owner, kept him underfed to make him appear younger.
    The poor cub barely had the energy to pose, much less handle the stress of transport and constant handling. Addie had alerted the authorities, but investigations progressed slowly, especially with a zoo that moved every few days. So she had to take drastic measures if the cub was to survive. According to previous violations, several of Carrigan’s cubs died every year. He sold the cubs that survived to a black-market fur trader.
    The protest was a decoy. Addie knew Carrigan would bypass his planned stop to avoid the publicity. The GPS transponder she’d attached to one of their trailers showed their new destination. She would sneak in and take the cub. Then she would rendezvous with the owner of a big-cat sanctuary who would provide the cub a good home. Addie needed to show up at the protest site so she wouldn’t be implicated in the theft. Stealing animals wasn’t the ideal way to save them, but sometimes an animal’s fate warranted extreme action. This cub was going to die otherwise.
    Addie leaned against the side of the stall. “Carrigan bypassed Ruckersville and stopped between that town and Charlottesville. I’ll handle the cub,
you
handle the bodyguard. His name is Risk. Well, that’s his nickname. All you have to do is ask him tohelp with the animals while I slip away.” She snapped her fingers. “The goats! Have him bring them out to the pen. All three at once.”
    “They’re already in the pen. Do you know how hard it was to get them in there to begin with?”
    “Exactly. Put them back in the van. There’s a reason for the expression ‘goat rope.’ That’ll keep him busy. He won’t be happy when he realizes I’m gone, but assure him that I’ll be back in about two hours.”
    “You’re going to stick me with the brawny, pissed-off SEAL? I think I’ll take the tiger.”
    “Just use your charm on him.”
    Shirley snorted. “Yeah, I’ll bat my eyelashes and discuss the hygienic issues surrounding oral sex.”
    “That’s not charm.”
    “Have you ever talked to the male species?”
    “This one might even turn you straight,” Addie said. “He did me.”
    “You told him you’re straight? This guy must be good.”
    “He sure is.” His mouth on hers, tongue sparring with incredible agility … so good. She cleared her throat. “But I’m not going there. I’ve got more important things to do than fool around. Gotta go. See you in twenty.”
    Addie stepped outside and saw Risk heading her way.
    “How come women take so freakin’ long in the bathroom?” he asked, surveying her. Then he grinned. “Or were you prettying yourself up for me?”
    She gave him a smirk. “Dream on, Romeo. Let’s go.”
    It hit her that she never fussed with her appearance where men were concerned. She’d dash on some makeup and brush her hair but didn’t care if she was pretty for some guy. Once inside the van, she glimpsed herself in the rearview mirror. Locks of hair had escaped her ponytail, the bane of fine hair. That was all she had time for as Risk got in on the passenger side. God forbid he catch her checking her reflection, and that man missed nothing.
    She climbed into the back and checked on the animals, rubbing Rolling Stone’s neck and whispering soothing things to him. “That’s my good boy. So beautiful. You need to do the dog-and-pony show, sweetheart, show people that animal cruelty must be stopped. Then it’s back home and extra sugar cubes.” When she turned, Risk was watching her with what she swore was longing.
    He focused on the scar along the horse’s flank and then the poster showing how bad he’d looked when she found him a few months ago. “So you rescue, what, every type of animal?”
    “I don’t do