Fit To Be Tied: Fit To Be Tied / The Lyon's Den. Carol Finch
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he did, Jessica acknowledged. Although Devlin could be mischievous, he was honest, sincere and hardworking, and he had dealt with humiliation and rejection and survived a broken heart. He was also reliable. Why, at this moment he was outside feeding the animals he wanted packed up and gone. He was willing to do the chores Jessica was physically unable to do. That said something about his personality and character, something Jessica couldn’t ignore and greatly admired.
Yet there was still a niggling little voice inside her that warned her to be cautious. Despite what Devlin said, he might very well be charming her into relocating her sanctuary. At present, she suspected he was operating on guilt because he held himself personally accountable for her twisted ankle.
Did she dare let her guard down completely and retest her reaction to his mind-boggling kiss?
After several minutes of concentrated deliberation Jessica decided to give Devlin the benefit of the doubt. She wouldn’t purposely antagonize him to protect herself. She’d stick her neck out a bit, test the waters, let him get to know the real Jessica Porter.
Yeah, she could do that, ease from her protective shell an inch at a time. Besides, she kinda liked the way he fussed over her, tended to her while she was injured. It had been a long time—as in never—since Jessica had felt protected, cared about. Though it might feel awkward and unnatural for her, she would allow Devlin to help her in her time of need. She would be gracious and appreciative—without constantly probing for hidden motives.
Smiling, Jessica snuggled beneath the quilt and closed her eyes to catch a few z’s. Devlin was here, and he was taking care of things. She could relax for a few minutes and catch up on lost sleep.
WITH A BUCKET of feed in each hand, Devlin hiked toward the first of dozens of pens and cages that sat a hundred yards from the house. The rain had let up, but lightning still flickered in the distance, indicating the drought-breaking storm approaching from the northwest had yet to vent its full fury. Devlin drew in a deep breath of rain-scented air and sent a prayer heavenward, thanking the man upstairs for the relief needed to bring life back to the pasture grasses and provide the needed moisture for planting crops. Mother Nature hadn’t been kind to farmers and ranchers the past two years. It had been a struggle to provide forage for his livestock….
His thoughts trailed off and he halted abruptly when a growl erupted from the shadowy cage in front of him. Devlin stared uneasily at the brown bear that paced its narrow confines. Then Devlin noticed the animal was missing the bottom half of a front leg. The crippled bear sniffed the air, testing Devlin’s scent, then growled threateningly.
“Okay, buddy, so I don’t smell like Jess, but I’m bringing the grub tonight, so don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” Cautiously, Devlin opened the trap door to fill the food tray. The bear, which Jess had named Winnie the Pooh, stared him down for a full minute before hobbling over to sample the vittles.
Devlin repeated the process at the second bear cage, noting that the animal called Teddy had a handicap like Winnie’s. On and on he went, making the rounds, feeding the lame and declawed animals Jessica had taken in. There were four battered cougars, three hobbling wolves, two foxes, a couple of bobcats, two jungle cats that stared at Devlin as if he was their meal of choice, three unusual-looking raccoons, an assortment of peacocks, a boar and a couple of species Devlin didn’t recognize. That wasn’t counting the aviary cage, which was built around dwarf apple trees and housed a slew of exotic birds.
As he made the rounds with Mother Goose at his heels, Devlin wondered what compelled Jessica to care for these animals. He understood why they couldn’t be returned to the wilds. Each animal had an imperfection that made it difficult to protect itself from predators or hunt for its own food.
Devlin was thoroughly annoyed with himself for not gathering all the facts about this unusual zoo before he’d gone off half-cocked and confronted Jessica. Maybe this zoo wasn’t his thing, but he respected Jessica’s efforts to care for and protect these animals.
Devlin was feeling exceptionally sympathetic toward the exotics until a llama strode past him, halted, then spit in his face. “Ungrateful jerk,” he muttered as he wiped his cheek on his shirtsleeve. “Expect to have your kibble poisoned tomorrow, pal.”
When thunder clamored and raindrops pattered against the leaves of the overhanging trees, Devlin sprinted to the barn to drop off the feed buckets, scattered seed for Mother Goose, then hightailed it to the house. Lightning popped and crackled as he leaped onto the back porch.
Devlin had spent enough years on horseback and on tractors, studying the weather, to know when a full-fledged thunderstorm was about to break loose. This, he predicted, was going to be a real toad strangler. His ranch was likely to go from drought to flood in the course of one night.
The instant he stepped into the kitchen his stomach growled, reminding him that it was long past suppertime. He veered toward the refrigerator to see what he could scrape together. To his amusement and distaste, he discovered the freezing unit was jam-packed with frozen dinners.
Devlin remembered those years when he and Derrick had burned out on packaged meals. They had made a pact several years ago to take turns cooking Monday through Thursday so they didn’t have to eat out constantly.
Devlin poked his head in the fridge to find a dozen eggs, bread, cheese and milk. While he was fixing breakfast for supper, he predicted his brother would be dining on a gourmet meal at Cassie’s restaurant. Maybe Dev should have made a play for the pretty restaurateur instead of granting his twin exclusive rights.
That was the thing about being a twin, Dev reminded himself. You had to check with your look-alike before showing any interest whatsoever in a female. That kind of sibling rivalry could get real tricky. Thus far, Devlin and Derrick had avoided potentially uncomfortable situations, but they had worked at it. Of course, that wasn’t counting that first-and-only fistfight over a cute little babe with pigtails when they were in the fifth grade.
With ingredients in hand, Devlin strode to the counter, then rummaged to find a skillet. Yeah, at this moment he could be sprawled in a padded booth, being fussed over by a wonderful cook and restaurant owner. But for some reason Devlin found himself more interested in the zookeeper who had come up lame herself.
That feisty blonde stirred something in Devlin that he couldn’t name. Although she was tough, prickly and defensive at times, he admired and respected independence in a woman. Heaven knew he’d been chased by enough clingy types to realize they couldn’t hold his interest.
Now that Devlin could step back and review his first two confrontations with Jessica, he could chuckle about the incidents where zinging insults flew like bullets. They set off fiery reactions in each other from the get-go. If that kiss was any indication, they could ignite explosive sparks of an entirely different nature—if they could put the bitterness from past relationships gone sour behind them.
Humming a country and western song, Devlin set to work on supper. The electricity flickered momentarily, but he managed to cook the eggs and toast before the storm came crashing down like gangbusters.
“Dinner is served,” he called as he carried two plates into the living room. When he saw Jessica stir beneath the quilt, her hair a mass of curlicues, his heart fluttered oddly. “Hey, sleepyhead, if I’m gonna wait on you foot and hand the least you can do is wake up and appreciate my efforts.”
Jessica blinked like a subterranean creature emerging from a tunnel. When she spied the food she tossed aside the quilt and reached eagerly for a plate. “You cooked?” she said drowsily. “This looks wonderful!”
Devlin inwardly groaned when the quilt fell away and he got an appetizing view of satiny cleavage exposed by that flimsy robe. The damn thing could be the death of him if he wasn’t careful where he looked.
“Lordy, real food,” she said after the first bite, then sighed in appreciation. “I haven’t had any in months.”
He hadn’t had any in months, either, but he didn’t figure Jessica was referring to the same thing.
Devlin forced himself to look the other way when Jessica propped