She raised her chin. “It was a five-year plan, but I’m wrapping year one now.”
“How many pregnant cats does it include?”
She laughed. “Hopefully Misty is my last one. I’m a pet sitter. My company provides temporary employees and pet-sitting services.”
“That’s eclectic.”
“I have a degree in business,” she told him. “I spent eighteen months working for a bank and hated every minute of it. So I quit and spent a month figuring out what I wanted from my life.”
“Which is?”
“I want to own my own business.”
“You’ve already done that.”
“Sure, my name’s on the door, but I’m struggling. I want to be financially successful. I’m twenty-four. By the time I’m twenty-eight, I want four employees, all working full-time.”
“That’s a lot to take on.”
“I know, but like I said, I have a plan. When I did my analysis, I saw there was a real need for good pet-sitting services in town. Not just someone to come in and feed the fish, but a person willing to be there 24/7 if necessary.”
“That explains the pregnant Misty.”
“Exactly.” She smiled. “Charity didn’t want to leave her alone. So I’m taking her with me. Although she wasn’t supposed to be giving birth so soon.”
“And the temp side of things?”
“I fill in. Right now I’m spending a couple of weeks here at Ethan’s office while his regular receptionist is on vacation. There are a lot of small businesses in Fool’s Gold. They need extra help but don’t always want to hire someone full-time. I fill a gap.”
Starting her business had taken every penny of her savings and a loan from her older sister. Dellina had handled the family finances ever since she’d turned eighteen and had taken over the responsibility of raising her two younger twin sisters. Each sibling had a small trust fund left by their parents’ life insurance. Fayrene’s loan was against that.
Ryan stood and held out his hand. “Come on,” he said. “We’ll go check on our girl.”
Fayrene wasn’t sure about touching Ryan again. She’d already felt that one zap. But maybe it had been static electricity and not anything chemical.
She took the outstretched hand and held her breath. The second their palms touched, she felt it. A distinct shivery sensation working its way up her spine. Uh-oh. This wasn’t good. Her four-year plan didn’t include time for romance.
Ryan, however, appeared unmoved. He gave her a quick smile, then led the way back to Misty’s box under the receptionist desk.
Three tiny kittens nestled against their mother. Misty carefully licked them, dampening their fur. Their tiny eyes were closed, their miniature paws kneading slightly. Fayrene pulled free of Ryan and dropped to a crouch.
“They’re beautiful,” she murmured. “Do you think she’s done giving birth?”
“Cats can take a break for up to twenty-four hours,” he told her. “She’s not in discomfort, so just let her be.”
Misty might not be upset, but Fayrene felt the whole world kind of shift to the left. She wondered if she was about to faint for the first time in her life.
“T-twenty-four hours?”
“It’s not that unusual. The fact that the first three came so quickly might mean she’s done, but there’s no way to know for sure.”
She stood slowly, one hand on the desk for support. “I can’t go through this for twenty-four hours,” she murmured. “It’s too stressful.”
“Misty’s doing great,” Ryan told her.
Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one who would be watching over her for the next twenty-four hours. Work now, she told herself. Panic later. So the night would be long. She would make it through.
“Thank you for your help,” she said, glancing at him. “You’ve been great, and now you probably want to get back to whatever it was you were doing.”
He flashed her a grin that made her knees nearly give way. “I’ll be in all day if you and Misty need any help.”
“We might have to take you up on that.”
She appreciated that he didn’t point out the cat was doing great and didn’t seem to need much of anything. She, on the other hand, could use a hug. Her gaze slid to Ryan’s retreating back. She would bet he was a great hugger. She liked that in a guy. When he held on tight, as if he would never let go. Although not in a scary, stalker kind of way.
Not that she was interested in Ryan. She had goals and a plan. Part of that plan was to avoid romance for the next four years. There would be plenty of time for fun later.
RYAN SAVED HIS work on his program, then stood and stretched. It was after five. This was his second week working for Ethan. As the job was only for a couple of months and he didn’t know anyone in town, Ryan had been working until at least eight. But tonight was different. All day he’d been conscious of Fayrene sitting at the front desk in the office. She’d answered phones, typed on her keyboard and checked on Misty about every fifteen minutes. From what he could tell, she was efficient and a bit of a worrier. Now that she wasn’t running around screaming about the cat, he’d noticed she had the sexiest walk he’d seen in a while. Or ever.
He grabbed his leather jacket. While the early spring days were warm in Fool’s Gold, the nights could be cool. He was staying at Ronan’s Lodge—a nice hotel in town. It meant he could walk back and forth to work. It also meant dealing with the weather.
Now he moved toward Fayrene’s desk. She’d gathered her belongings and looked ready to bend down to collect the box containing Misty and her three kittens.
“I’ll get her,” he said, stepping around the desk and lifting the box. “Taking her home for the night?”
Fayrene nodded. She was pale with worry. He could see the strain in her eyes. “I spoke to Misty’s owner, Charity. The bike race was today, so they’re coming back tomorrow to be with her. I just have to get through until then.”She bit her lower lip. “You really think she might have more kittens?”
“It’s possible.”
“That’s a long time to be in labor.”
“I don’t think she’s in pain.”
Misty lay with her kittens snuggled close. Her eyes were half-closed, and she was purring.
“I guess not,” Fayrene said.
Ryan surrendered to the inevitable and put the box on the desk. “I could stay with you and sit up with her, if that would help.”
Fayrene stared at him. “I don’t think so. I barely know you. You can’t come over to my place.”
If he hadn’t been holding the cat and her babies, he would have raised both hands in a gesture of surrender. “I wasn’t suggesting anything. Just offering. We could stay here, if you’d feel safer.”
“You’d spend the night in this office to help me watch over the cat?”
“Sure.”
“That’s very nice of you, but I don’t think so.”
He couldn’t read her tone, so he wasn’t sure if she was paying him a compliment or mocking him. “It’s how I was raised.”
She studied him for a second. “Wallet in your