Sarah POV
I handed over five business cards and ate a bite of spiced ahi tuna from my poke bowl.
Zane frowned at them. “What are these?”
I chewed and swallowed. “Alpha she-wolves who want you to be with them during their next heat.”
Zane laughed, drawing a few looks from our fellow diners. Many had left the convention center for lunch, but they’d reserved a table for me, Zane, and other speakers at the summit in one of the larger conference rooms they’d set up with a caterer. My poke was delicious, and I was wondering if Zane might think it was a come-on if I asked to try a bite of his chimichurri steak.
He tossed the cards on the table. “I should have warned you, my bad. Just tell them in future I have no intention of siring a pup I’m not going to stay to raise.”
I smiled at him ple
