Every Breath(15)

“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone from Zimbabwe before.” She squinted at him. “Are you here on vacation?”

He walked a few paces without answering, surprisingly graceful, even in the sand. “I’m here because I’m supposed to meet someone.”

“Oh.” His answer made her think it was probably a woman, and though it shouldn’t bother her, she felt an unexpected flash of disappointment. Ridiculous, she chided herself as she pushed the thought away.

“How about you?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. “What brings you here?”

“A good friend of mine is getting married this Saturday in Wilmington. I’m one of the bridesmaids.”

“Sounds like a nice weekend.”

Except that Josh went to Las Vegas instead, so I won’t have anyone to dance with. And I’ll be asked a million questions about him and what’s going on, none of which I really want to answer, even if I could. “A celebration for sure,” she agreed. Then: “Can I ask you a question?”

“By all means.”

“What’s Zimbabwe like? I’ve never been to Africa.”

“It depends where you are, I suppose.”

“Is it like America?”

“So far, not in the slightest.”

She smiled. Of course it wasn’t. “Maybe this is a silly question, but have you ever seen a lion?”

“I see them almost every day.”

“Like outside your window?” Hope’s eyes widened. “I’m a guide at a game reserve. Safaris.”

“I’ve always wanted to go on safari…”

“Many of the people I guide describe it as the trip of a lifetime.”

Hope tried and failed to imagine it. If she went, the animals would probably go into hiding, like they had at the zoo when she’d visited as a girl.

“How do you even get into something like that?”

“It’s regulated by the government. There are classes, exams, an apprenticeship, and finally a license. After that, you start out spotting, and then eventually you become a guide.”

“What do you mean by spotting?”

“Many of the animals are fairly adept at camouflage, so sometimes they’re not too easy to find. The spotter searches for them, so that the guide can drive safely and answer questions.”

She nodded, regarding him with growing curiosity. “How long have you been doing this?”

“A long time,” he answered. Then, with a smile, he added, “More than twenty years.”

“At the same place?”

“Many different camps.”

“Aren’t they all the same?”

“Every camp is different. Some are expensive, others less so. There are different concentrations of animals depending on where you are in the country. Some areas are wetter or drier, which affects species concentrations and migration and movement. Some camps advertise themselves as luxury camps and boast fantastic chefs; others offer only the basics—tents, cots, and cellophane-wrapped food. And some camps have better game management than others.”

“How’s the camp where you work now?”

“It’s a luxury camp. Excellent accommodations and food, excellent game management, and a large variety of animals.”

“You’d recommend it?”

“Certainly.”

“It must be incredible seeing the animals every day. But I guess it’s just another day at work for you.”

“Not at all. Every day is new.” He studied her, his blue eyes penetrating yet warm. “How about you? What do you do?”

For whatever reason, she hadn’t expected him to ask. “I’m a trauma nurse at a hospital.”

“As in…gunshots?”

“Sometimes,” she said. “Mainly car accidents.”

By then, they were closing in on the place Tru was staying and he began a slow angle away from the compact sand.

“I’m staying at my parents’ cottage over there,” Hope volunteered, pointing to the place beside his. “Where are you?”

“Right next door. The big three-story.”

“Oh,” she said.

“Problem?”

“It’s…big.”

“It is.” He laughed. “But it’s not my house. The man I’m supposed to meet is letting me stay there. My guess is he owns it.”

The man he was meeting, she noted. That made her feel better, though she reminded herself that there was no reason to care one way or another. “It’s just that it blocks some of the late-afternoon light on our back deck. And to my dad especially, it’s a bit of an eyesore.”

“Do you know the owner?”

“I’ve never met him,” she answered. “Why? Don’t you?”

“No. Until a few weeks ago, I’d never heard of him.”

She wanted to ask more, but assumed he was being circumspect for a reason. Scanning the beach, she spotted Scottie sniffing along the dunes up ahead, nearing the steps that led to the walkway and cottage. As usual, he was covered in sand.

Tru slowed, finally coming to a stop when he had reached his steps.

“I guess this is where we part.”

“Thank you again for checking on Scottie. I’m so relieved he’s okay.”