by W. J. May
“I beg to differ. I was at McDonald’s in a robe.”
“Technically, you were in the parking lot.”
I smiled at his attempt to make me feel better. “I guess. But anyway, I’ve had enough of the wild animals around here. They’ve gotta do something about their wolf problem.”
He smiled. “I totally agree.”
Ms. Aikers approached us, bid us a quick “Good morning, folks,” then handed us our assignments for the day.
“Looks like my job is taking care of the birds today,” Jesse said. “I guess that’s all right. I’ve been missing Beauty Queen.”
I glanced down at my assignment sheet. “Mine’s worse. She put me on cage cleanup.”
“I can get my stuff done pretty quick, and then I’ll come over and help you,” he offered, ever the good Samaritan.
“That’s so nice of you. Thank you, Jesse.”
“Not a problem. I’ll see ya later.”
“Okay,” I said with a big smile.
* * *
I was mopping one of the empty cages when screams echoed in the air. I quickly threw down the mop and hurried out to find a crowd of people gathered around the cage across from me, screaming in panic about a five-year-old who had fallen into the mountain lion’s cage. The child was unconsciousness in the enclosure, and the big cat was quickly approaching. Shouts and cries pierced the air, especially from the little one’s mother.
“Can you help?” the kid’s mother yelled at me, noticing that I was wearing a zoo uniform.
“Uh…” Not sure what to do, I began to scream and yell and try to get the animal’s attention. When that didn’t work, I reached down and grabbed several rocks, then started throwing them at the mountain lion. The animal didn’t even flinch, as its attention was completely absorbed by the child.
Suddenly, zoo workers entered the pen and desperately tried to get to the child as the mountain lion snarled at them.
Its menacing growl made me shudder, and when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I jumped like an NBA player.
“What’s happening?” Jesse asked.
“A kid fell in!” I said.
Without waiting for any further explanation, he took off in a flash to help the other workers. On the way over to help, I ran into my boss.
“Taylor, stay back,” she said.
“But I want to help, and—”
“You stay right here,” Ms. Aikers commanded. “We’re getting tranquilizer guns.” The woman looked frazzled, more shaken up than I’d ever seen her before.
My gaze shot to the pen. Just as Jesse hopped in, the mountain lion lunged at one of the zoo workers and sank its teeth into the bald man’s head, causing blood to gush everywhere. Somehow, Jesse managed to pry the animals jaws open and free the man, and the victim gasped for breath and crawled away. That left Jesse face to face and alone with the big, angry cat. The bald man was three times Jesse’s size, so I didn’t know how Jesse could possibly escape the animal.
“Jesse!” Jeanie shouted. “Get out of there!”
I knew it was better if Jesse didn’t run, if he just stayed and confronted it, tried to look big and bad. If Jesse tried to run, the cat would only be instinctively driven to give chase, and Jesse would become helpless prey.
The lion snarled and focused on Jesse, and I wondered why Jesse wasn’t screaming and yelling at it or lifting up and flailing his arms, all the usual tactics for getting away. Instead, he just looked at the animal and calmly spoke to it, boldly staring into its eyes. The mountain lion turned and calmly walked to the back of the enclosure and just waited, and the other workers cautiously rushed in and grabbed the child.
When Jesse came out, I ran into his arms. “I was so worried,” I said. “You’re so brave.”
Jesse was smoking hot, but he was also the most caring, selfless person I’d ever met. He was a hero, with a heart to help others, and I’d already been on the receiving end of that more than once. It was yet another of the amazing qualities that drew me to him like a fly to honey.
He gazed into my eyes. “I didn’t mean to worry you, but I had to help that kid.”
Jeanie rushed over and hugged Jesse long and tight. “Jesse, you scared me half to death,” she said. “But, as always, you’re a hero. As a matter of fact, a news team is waiting at the office to interview you.”
“How did they get here so quick?” I asked.
“They were already here, doing a piece on the grizzlies,” Jeanie said.
“Great,” Jesse said. “Just great.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I don’t like the spotlight. I didn’t do anything but what had to be done.”
“Are you crazy, Jesse? You saved a little kid and Bob. You deserve your fifteen minutes of fame and then some, so quit being so humble.”
“Jesse,” I said, “she’s right. You did something wonderful here today. You saved two lives. If that’s not newsworthy, I don’t know what is.”
He looked at Jeanie. “How is Bob anyway?”
“The EMTs said he’s fine. He just needs a few stitches.”
“Thank God,” Jesse said. “That thing had hold of his head pretty good.”
“Yeah, and he would be dead if it weren’t for you,” Jeanie said, her red ponytail swishing from side to side as she spoke. “You aren’t going to be able to pull this one off like Batman, lurking around in the shadows and saving people without anyone seeing you. Everybody’s got a digital camera and camera phone these days, and the whole thing’s gonna be on YouTube going viral in the next five minutes.” She smiled. “You’ll probably get Employee of the Month out of it.”
He closed his eyes and exhaled. “I’ve just majorly screwed up. I gotta go.”
“Screwed up?” I asked, confused. “Jesse, what’s wrong?”
His eyebrows furrowed into a deep line. “I’m in a whole lot of trouble, that’s what.”
“With who?”
“I’ve gotta run,” he said, refusing to talk about it.
“Nobody should be mad you jumped in there. I think it’s admirable that you’d even take that kind of a risk,” I said, presuming he was talking about his mother.
“She won’t see it that way,” he said.
“Jesse, if you need anything, I’m here for you.”
“Thanks. That means a lot. I’ll call you later.” He turned and left without another word.
Jesse had a certain sense of mystery and moodiness about him. He wasn’t telling me everything, and I knew he was hiding something, but I didn’t want to press the issue. I was sure that in time, he’d fill me in on everything. For the time being, I just wanted to be as supportive as possible.
Suddenly, Jeanie’s voice jerked me out of my thoughts. “Jesse’s mom hates it when he’s in the limelight. She’s really weird about it, like she wishes he was a hermit. I think she maybe kidnapped him or something.”
I cocked a brow. “What makes you say that?”
“She won’t let him be in the spotlight for any reason. One time, we did this big campaign for the zoo online, and Jesse’s picture was in it, holding one of the bear cubs. She was livid and marched right down here, demanding that Ms. Aikers remove his picture immediately. She caused so much trouble that his picture was taken down twenty-four hours later. Then one other time, after the zoo helped to cure three geese who had been shot with arrows, a local photographer took photos of him during their release. His mother actually paid the guy some outlandish sum of cash for the memory card so he couldn’t publish the pictures.”
“Maybe she’s just a very private person.”
“She goes overboard.”
“What does she look like?”
“She’s pretty—tall and thin, with light blue eyes and dark hair like him,” Jeanie said. “Anyway, we better get back to work. I’m sure Aikers isn’t gonna be in a good mood after all this.”
I nodded. “Yep. Back to mopping floors in stinky cages.”
“No rest for the weary,” she sai
d.
I chuckled. “You got that right!”
Chapter 13
A few weeks passed, and I didn’t see much of Jesse. His mother, furious with him after the incident at the zoo, had grounded him and wouldn’t let him out for any reason. I didn’t get what the big deal was, and I found his mom to be a little odd. Jesse said she didn’t like guests either, so he never invited me over; whenever we got together, it was always at my house or somewhere else. My parents, on the other hand, had met him a few times, and while they thought he was very polite and a nice guy on the surface, there was something about him that they just didn’t trust. My guess was that he didn’t fit up to the preppy image they expected me to date. They hated his shoulder-length hair and labeled him a bad boy just by looking at him.
Meanwhile, the ducklings had grown. They were strong and healthy and ready to be released, and Ms. Aikers had given us permission to set them free. In our zoo uniforms, we stood beside Bear Lake, admiring the scenery and the sun glistening on the water. After a few minutes, Jesse took the animal carrier out of the company Jeep and opened it, and the five little ducks waddled into the water and glided away from us.
Jesse smiled in victory. “We did it,” he said.
“We sure did.” I’d never felt so happy. It was the most rewarding feeling, and I couldn’t stop smiling.
As Jesse and I watched the birds swim around the big lake, I felt his hand slip into mine. All over again, that familiar electricity flowed through me. I couldn’t believe a guy like him was holding the hand of a girl like me.
“I see why you love your job so much,” I said. “They look so happy out there.”
His blue gaze lingered on me as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. When he smiled, his white teeth gleamed.
Bzzzz!
When his cell phone rang, he answered it. After a minute, he hung up and looked at me. “We have two pressing cases that need our immediate attention. There’s an orphaned baby squirrel that hasn’t eaten in days, and the bird that was trapped inside a tire in that huge puddle of oil is ready to be washed.”
I smiled and shrugged. “Duty calls.”
We jumped into the Jeep and sped off, heading back to the zoo.
* * *
We went straight to work, tending the hungry squirrel first and then the bird. It had a yellow bill and had a bare yellow skin patch behind its dark eyes. The bird was blanketed in black oil, so it was going to be a messy job. Jesse handed me a pair of long, yellow latex gloves, and I also put a waterproof apron around my neck to prepare for the job.
“This is a yellow-billed magpie,” Jesse said. “What’s unique about these birds is that they don’t leave California. They’re songbirds, part of the crow family. They eat acorns, insects, carrion, fruit, and berries. You can’t tell now because she’s covered in oil, but she’s black and white, one of California’s prettiest birds under all this sludge.” He held up the bird and smiled when it made loud clucking noises. “I think we’ll call her Sally.”
As he talked so enthusiastically about the bird, I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes. I loved his caring nature, his love for animals and his evident need to protect them—just more qualities to admire about Jesse. He was gorgeous, but there was so much more to him than his striking good looks. I could have listened to him every second, every minute of every day, and I never would have grown tired of his voice or of what he had to say. His dedication to this zoo and these animals amazed me. Some of the workers told me he spent countless hours there, even when he wasn’t getting paid. He’d often go in on his day off to feed a baby animal or bird, and he never once complained.
“How do you know it’s a girl?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I’m just guessing. She looks like a Sally to me. The only sure way is a blood test.”
“Then Sally it is,” I said with a grin. “When did she get here?” I asked.
Jesse slipped on his long yellow gloves and apron. “About a week ago.”
“Why’d they wait so long to clean her up?” I asked.
“Sally had to be stabilized first. At first, for almost a week, she was warmed and fed eight times a day. They also gave her a rehydrating solution with a feeding tube to help flush out all that oil she’d accidentally ingested. Now she’s ready to be cleaned. Since birds depend so much on their wings and feathers to function properly, removing this oil is her only chance at survival.”
“I’ve got the warm water,” I said.
“Good. We’ll make her a nice bubble bath with Dawn,” Jesse said. “This is definitely a two-person job, because she might squirm a little. I’ll hold Sally, and you wash her feathers really well.”
I nodded, indicating that I understood.
When Jesse approached with the bird, she squawked and flailed, but he managed to keep a good hold on the animal without hurting her. “Cleaning can be pretty stressful on the bird,” Jesse said.
“I can tell. She’s not used to this, so I can’t blame her.” He looked into the bird’s eyes and told it softly to calm down. Amazingly, Jesse’s soothing voice worked.
I began washing her feathers and wiping off the slick oil. I used a toothbrush and cotton swab to get all that caked oil out of her eyes and off of her little head. As I scrubbed the underside of the bird, I could see her iridescent blue-black color starting to emerge. Her belly, shoulders, and large patches on her wings were bright white. “Ew! The water is getting so black,” I said.
“We move to the next tub, then the third and fourth and so on, until the water is clear.”
Working so close to Jesse made my heart pound, especially when he sneaked me little glances and smiles.
“Jeanie told me about her warning that I’m some big, bad wolf,” he said, “but I’m not.”
“Jesse, it’s okay if you’ve dated other girls. I’ve dated lots of guys myself. There’s nothing wrong with searching for the right person.”
“Maybe, but I think I might be done searching.”
“Huh?” I said, stunned.
“I’ve never felt a spark with others girls like I feel with you, Taylor,” he said with heartfelt sincerity.
“Yeah? Well, I definitely feel a connection between us.”
He shot me his gleaming white smile.
As if she was annoyed that we were ignoring her, Sally flapped her wings, splashing both of us.
I laughed as soapy bubbles flew everywhere. “I’m soaked!” I said, grinning.
Jesse touched my face in a soft caress as he wiped the soap bubbles off my face. His blue eyes locked on me, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him. For just a second, it felt like he was looking not just at me but into me.
The door cracked open a minute later, and Jeanie walked in. “I was assigned to help you guys. And judging by how wet you look, you definitely need me. That little bird is kicking both your butts!”
Jesse and I looked at each other, then laughed.
I was off the clock at three p.m., but I stayed until eight, and so did Jesse. I never knew I’d take so much joy in helping animals. I didn’t even care about the money. All I cared about was being with Jesse and doing something I loved.
* * *
Julie and I decided to take Max for a walk in the woods. A nice lady I had met had told me about a place that was the perfect spot for dogs. Fred had finished working on our back yard for the day, and he’d overheard me talking to Julie on the phone and had given me the look, so I made sure to invite him too. Julie drove us to the destination in her truck, and the three of us and Max jumped out.
I glanced around. “Are you sure we’re in the right spot? I don’t see any trails.”
“Yeah…we look lost,” Fred said.
Julie squinted against the sun. “Well, we’re here now. It can’t hurt to have a look around.”
“Need I remind you of bears, mountain lions, and wolves?” I asked.
Max glanced up at me and barked.
“See? Max wants to go for a walk,” Julie said
. “This is all public property.”
“All right,” I said, pushing some large leaves and twigs out of my way. “We’ll go a little ways, then come back.”
“Great.”
I put Max on a leash. He barked, then hurried off into the woods, dragging me along.
Julie chased after me. “How about after this, we grab lunch. I’m craving a big, juicy burger.”
“Mind if Jesse joins us?” I asked.
Fred offered an exaggerated eye-roll.
“That’d be great,” Julie said. “It’d be nice to get to know him while I’m sober.”
I laughed. “Do you remember leaning against him and telling him how pretty his eyes are?”
She cupped her mouth. “No way! Did I really do that?”
I nodded as she looked away in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I know how much you like him. I promise I’ll never do that again.”
I laughed. “It’s okay. You were pretty smashed, and we both knew it.”
She grabbed Fred’s arm. “I was soooo wasted.”
He smirked.
We walked for a little ways and enjoyed the beautiful, serene landscape. Having come from New York City, I knew I’d never take all that natural beauty for granted. Streams of sunshine poured down through the towering trees all around us. Insects hummed, and birds chirped.
Max barked, then pulled so hard that I tripped over a log and let go of the leash.
“Max!” I wailed.
Fred offered his hand. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, jumping to my feet and peering ahead, “but where did Max go?”
He pointed. “That way. I hear him barking.”
I shuddered, recalling the last time Max had gotten away. “I don’t know why he does that,” I complained. “He just takes off.”
“He’s a dog,” Julie said. “He’s just acting like one.”
“Well, I’m sick of it. I need to train him better.”
We stopped at wire fence with a “No Trespassing” sign on it. I yelled for Max to come back, but he refused again, just like the last time. Having no other choice, I slipped my leg over the fence and jumped over it.
