Dev’s mind was often three or four steps ahead of where he was. Thinking through tech, bioscience or wildlife-vet scenarios. He’d map out scenarios, plan a new app, while doing other things. Right now, all he could focus on was the woman standing in front of the cat’s X-ray.
Charlie. A gorgeous avenging angel. Who’d assessed the cat, asked if he wanted to help with surgery and then started moving again. Typically it was Dev people kept up with, not the other way around.
It’d be a lie to say that didn’t intrigue him.
“I’m surprised there isn’t another vet here.” Her organization wasn’t large and the building was tiny, considering she received donations from powerful people. Surely she had at least one other vet she could call in this situation.
Charlie’s brows furrowed, but she didn’t look away from the X-ray. “I parted ways with my veterinary partner recently.”
There was a story there. He waited a moment, but Charlie didn’t expand. “When did they leave?”
“Three weeks and four days ago.”
“Specific.” Dev chuckled, but the frown passing her brow silenced it quickly. “Charlie?”
“Petra’s got a level-four medial luxation on the right hind quarter.” Medial luxation—fancy words for dislocated kneecap—but level four was the worst, and needed surgery.
“Petra?”
“Better than a number. I name all the ones we track. Let’s move!” Charlie turned, her eyes bright. “You scrubbing in?”
A commanding presence was important, but it stirred something else in Dev’s chest. His mouth seemed to have run out of words, so he just nodded.
Dev monitored the cat’s breathing and vitals while Charlie made the cuts. She let out a sigh and he looked up. Her brows were tight and he knew the knee dislocation must be the worst she’d seen.
“Will it heal?” A fatal outcome—in the wild. If it didn’t, it meant never returning to its natural place.
Charlie’s blue eyes turned to Petra’s face. Despite the mask on her face, he could sense the displeasure. “Time will tell.”
It was near impossible to pull his gaze from her. There was a feeling deep in his chest. An echo of something that felt like he wasn’t ready. Like he’d unknowingly stepped onto a new path today.
Fanciful thinking. Something Dev did not indulge in. He tried mentally shaking the feeling away, frustration pulsing when it refused his command to slip away.
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