If Petunia was a “sweet, little thing” or “scared of her own shadow,” Keane would eat his own shorts. As for where she was, well that was going to be complicated. Knowing today would be loud as hell, he’d dropped Pita off at South Bark this morning.
And okay, so he’d been hoping to lay eyes—and maybe his mouth as well—on Willa. Yeah, he’d gotten her message last night loud and clear.
It’d been a one-time thing.
He got it. And actually, one-time things were his specialty. It was all he ever did these days. So the smart thing was to get on board and agree with her.
But he wasn’t feeling all that agreeable, not that he wanted to think about that.
And in the end, it hadn’t mattered. Willa hadn’t been in the shop yet and he’d dealt with Rory, who’d been closed-mouthed on where her boss might be.
Worried that he might’ve had something to do with her absence, Keane had both texted and called Willa’s cell, but hadn’t gotten through. He could admit to feeling uneasy. Either she’d decided last night had been a huge mistake on top of a one-time thing, or . . . well, he couldn’t think of an alternative.
But the thought of her regretting what had been the best night in his recent and ancient history didn’t sit well with him. His big plan had been to rush through the day and get back to South Bark before closing so he could see what the hell was going on.
“Well?” Aunt Sally demanded.
He joined her on the porch and shut the door behind him, closing off the noisy racket from inside. Plus if she was going to yell at him, he’d rather she didn’t do it in front of his crew and undermine his authority. “What do you mean you only have an hour left?” he asked. “Did you run away from the home? What’s going on?”
“Oh no,” she said, shaking a bony finger in his face. “You first. Where’s my baby?”
“She’s not here. I knew the noise would upset her so I—”
“What have you done with her? Oh, my God.” She wrung her hands. “You did it, you sold her.”
“No,” he said. “She’s with a friend.”
“She’s delicate, Keane. And I don’t even think she knows she’s an animal, much less a cat! I know that’s what your parents did to you when you caused some ruckus, shipped you off, but that’s not how to handle things.” She sounded worried sick, which made him feel like a first-class jerk.
And a little shell-shocked. That’s exactly what he’d done. He’d shipped the cat off rather than deal with her, just like his parents had always done to him. Jesus. Was he like them? “She’s fine,” he promised. “My . . . friend loves cats.” Look at him trip over the word friend.
“Your friend?”
“Yes,” he said and really hoped that was true, that at the very least he and Willa were still friends, that he hadn’t blown that last night.
“Where is this person?” Aunt Sally demanded. “Take me to her right now.”
Okay then. He stuck his head back inside and came face-to-face with an obviously eavesdropping and also obviously amused Sass. “Chicken,” he whispered.
“You don’t pay me enough to lie to sweet old ladies,” she whispered back.
In fact, yes he did pay her enough to lie to old ladies. He paid her enough to run a third-world country. But now wasn’t a good time to point that out. “I’ll be back,” he said.
Sass smiled. “Want me to call ahead and warn Willa that you’ve lied to your sweet old great-aunt and ask her to lie for you as well?”
“Not lie,” he said. “I merely omitted a few facts.”
“Such as you pawned off her cat to day care.”
“Just hold down the damn fort,” he said and shut the door on her nosy nose.
He turned back to his aunt and took her hand. “I’ll drive.”
Ten minutes later he parked outside the Pacific Pier Building, right in front of South Bark Mutt Shop.
Sally eyeballed the shop and then turned and glared daggers at him. “If there’s one little hair on Petunia’s sweet little head harmed . . .”
“Death and dismemberment,” he said. “I know.” Just as he also knew that if anyone had been harmed, it wouldn’t be that cat. She could slay anyone at a hundred paces.
Working her way through some dreaded bookkeeping on a break, Willa stopped and stared sightlessly out the window. Over the last few weeks there’d been a pattern of her cash drawer being short forty bucks.
Even more concerning, it only happened when one of her employees closed up. She hated the implication but she was now down one hundred and twenty precious dollars and she couldn’t ignore it any longer.
Rory poked her head in. “Everything okay?”
Rory had been with Willa the longest. Willa didn’t want her thief to be Rory, but she couldn’t be sure so she said, “Yep.”
“Okay,” Rory said, clearly not buying it but not pushing either. “I’m going to groom Buddy. Can you listen for customers?”
“Of course.” Buddy was a twelve-year-old cat who hated baths. But he did love being combed, so they had an ongoing love/hate relationship, though he was partial to Rory.
A few minutes later, the bell above the front door rang. Willa was heading out there when from the back came a startled scream, a growl, a yelp, and then a crash.
She raced back there and found Rory on her hands and knees peering under their storage shelves, and Lyndie standing in the center of the room wringing her hands.
“What happened?” Willa asked.
“Something startled me and Buddy.” Rory muttered this with a scathing glance in Lyndie’s direction, and Willa knew there was a lot more to this story.
“Something?” she asked.
“Yeah, and then he bit me and I let go of him. He’s under the shelves cowering. Come here, Buddy,” Rory said in a singsong voice. “I’m not mad at you, I’d have bitten me too. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Willa dropped to her hands and knees next to Rory and peered under the shelving to find two huge, terrified eyes staring back at her. “Aw, baby, it’s okay. Come on out now . . .” She pulled a pupperoni treat from her pocket and waggled it enticingly. “We’ll go right to the combing part, okay? You love that.”