Features blossoming into a wide grin, Abby ducked her chin to hide the flush rousing her cheeks. Though she'd always been drawn to scales over soft fur coats, she'd meant it when saying meeting Weir was a once-in-a-lifetime commissionable event. Of the three hundred and fifty Amur Tigers living in the world today, Abby knew of only four in California split between the San Francisco and San Diego Zoos. And now, of course, the breathtaking snowy Siberian residing in the backyard of the man opposite.
From the moment she'd first spotted Robb, bent over and pressing a nose to aquarium glass, Abby had known he was a heartbreaker. And yet, middle of the morning in a crowded coffee shop and for all the warning in her heart could not stop herself from tripping over that cantered grin with Gaelic promise of a Sunday afternoon lunch full of big cat cuddling.
Wait till Julian hears about this....
Less rosy, Abby raised her gaze, still smiling. 'Sounds like early May then would be appropriate. And in the meantime I think we have a decent understanding. I'll start whipping up a proposal for the board. When are you thinking of breeding her?’
After passing Robb along to Chris Austria at the San Francisco Zoo, Abby had been mostly out of the loop on Weir’s progress. Aside from processing paperwork and making sure the tiger was accepted into the revival program, minute details of the studding did not involve Abby beyond peaked curiosity.