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house as
she gathered supplies, stroking his back and cooing gently in his
ear. Cracking the patio door leading to the backyard, she noticed a
family of sparrows bathing in the shallow end of the swimming pool.
Unfortunately, he saw them too and squeezed through the crack to
welcome his guests.
    “Wonderful,” she grumbled while she followed
him out the door.
    The sparrows sensed their host immediately
and took flight into a large oak tree. Determined to catch them,
the cat hooked his claws into the bark and climbed after them. The
sparrows tittered at him before finally soaring into the bright
sunny sky. As if panicked, he looked down at Cameron and
meowed.
    “No way, Mister,” she scolded. “You got up
there all by yourself. Now you can get down all by yourself.”
     
    She settled into the nearest lounge chair and
waited for him to run down the tree. Ten minutes later, she still
waited and he still meowed. Cameron bit her lip. Maybe he really
is stuck . She glanced at her watch then tilted her head to look
up into the tree. A thin sheen of sweat broke out on her brow. She
had two options - climb the tree or call for help - both of which
made her ill. Still, she could do this. Only for him.
    “Okay, you naughty cat.” She reached down to
remove her sandals. “I’ll get you down.”
    Cameron glanced around the yard to make sure
she didn’t have an audience before she padded barefoot across the
lawn, grabbed a bottom branch of the tree, and looped one leg
around. With a death grip on the thick branch, she felt her short
skirt ease up her legs to hug her waist. No way would she let go
and besides, it was too late to worry about her minuscule red lace
panties flashing like a stoplight in the sunshine. Swinging herself
to straddle the branch, she looked up to see the fat cat eyeing her
mischievously.
    “You sure got quiet all of a sudden.”
    The lazy beast responded by licking his paws
and yawning before he stretched out on the branch.
    “Sure, get comfortable,” she huffed, reaching
for the next branch.
    Once seated on that branch, Cameron made the
one fatal mistake she knew she shouldn’t. Looking down. She groaned
as her head spun and her vision blurred. Taking a deep breath to
quiet her rolling stomach, she once again looked up at the overhead
branch and tried to inject authority into her voice. “Come here,
Kitty.”
    Obeying her, the cat pushed himself off the
branch and easily stepped from branch to branch until he reached
Cameron’s branch. And then nonchalantly passed her, tossing his
tail in mockery. Within seconds he left the tree, stretched out in
the grass, and licked his paws.
    Cameron stared in horror. This did not
just happen . She swallowed hard and attempted to quell her fear
as her panicked eyes gauged the distance between solid ground and
her position in the tree. A feeling of relief swept over her as she
remembered her cell phone. She slid her hand into the pocket of her
skirt only to find it empty. As if psychic, the cat growled. The
phone rang. Inches from his paws.
     
    * * *
     
    After shift change at the gate, Max headed
for the main house to report to Hawke. He snickered. Who was he
kidding? There wasn’t anything to report, other than Cameron’s
antics. Puff the Magic Dragon ? Where in the hell had she
come up with that one? Although she tried so hard to aggravate him,
she was harmless. In fact, he found her game stimulating. Most of
the time.
    He approached the front door, punched the
security code and stepped inside before re-arming the system. As
much as he hated to admit it, he might just miss her if she wasn’t
around.
    Since Hawke’s marriage to Rachel, super
stardom had taken a back seat to reality. According to Hawke, rock
and roll just didn’t pack the same punch as it once did. And since
the whole fame and fortune began as an undercover gig, Hawke didn’t
think twice about fading out of it. In fact, rather than tour the
world and live the high life, Hawke had settled