Sarah POV
To say the air was thick with testosterone was an understatement.
It was the first full day of the conference. We’d come in last night and put the girls right to bed, though they were still a little excited from the helicopter ride from the airport. The luxury apartment building, complete with helipad, that Zane rented an apartment in was just blocks from the convention center, a sprawling complex on S. Figueroa St.
I was just grateful we didn’t have to drive because it was clear looking from above as though the ride would have taken even longer than the plane trip. The traffic in Los Angeles was something from another world.
Zane was amused that I assumed we would walking from the apartment to the convention center. Evidently, despite the traffic, we would be driving everywh
