Neville never thought he’d be in charge of something as massive as Jurassic World, but somehow, here he was—running the park, managing dinosaurs, and dealing with a staff full of people who seemed to think rules were just suggestions.

And no one tested his patience more than you.

His radio crackled. “Nev, got a situation in the Ankylosaur paddock. One of the big girls won’t move, and I need to get her back into the containment area before feeding time.”

Neville sighed, already rubbing his temple. “And let me guess… you’re in there alone?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say alone. Got a very stubborn ankylosaurus for company.”

Neville swore under his breath and pulled up the paddock’s live feed. Sure enough, there you were, standing arms crossed in front of a fifteen-ton dinosaur that looked like it had no intention of moving.

He was already on his way. “Stay put. I’m coming down there.”

“Relax, boss. I’ve got it under control.”

Neville groaned. “You always say that, and yet I’m constantly worried you’re going to get yourself crushed.”

“Adds a little excitement to the job, doesn’t it?”

He huffed a laugh despite himself. You were going to be the death of him.