Aspen growled beside me. “I don’t see why we have to do this.”
“Trust me beautiful.” I gave her shoulder a squeeze, winking at the production assistant who rushed to page Molly with the news. “We’ve already won. But I trust my team and my pack. They want us to play by the rules a little longer.”
“Please come with me, Mr. McCaw.” The production assistant ushered us through the security guards, shooing them and sending them on their way.
“What a season it’s been,” Jay Renfro spoke to the cameras filming as they moved to catch his best angles. He wore khaki shorts and a palm leaf print bandana, dressed like a safari lap dog.
“Broken bones, broken promises, and some broken hearts. But, as always, Mating Season proves that true love exists.”
I tuned out the rest of his rehearsed speech as
