Sarah POV
I got the girls and the puppy to bed with a puppy monitor they’d bought in case I needed to get up to take her for a walk in the night. I put my foot down that Gilda was not to sleep in their beds, but I got the feeling the solemn nods I got in return weren’t terribly genuine. Oh well, it was an argument that could wait for another night.
We convened in Zane’s study with his impressively wide computer monitor turned out toward us all. In total, we were Zane, Travis, Daryns, I, and a new addition, for me, anyway, Zane’s publicist, a beta male named Tony Whitfield. He wore a subdued but impeccable gray suit with a blue-checked pocket square. I found him quietly charming.
“You need a publicist of your own,” he said as we shook hands.
“I know.”
“I can do double duty for now.” He
