Sarah POV
Ella texted both me and Zane for lunch with the girls on Saturday at the latest must-go restaurant. Even as I was reading it on my phone, Zane walked through the open door to my study with a frown.
“I’ve become so wary of her even, ‘Let’s do lunch at Cézaane’s with Sarah and the girls tomorrow. My treat,’ has me looking for hidden messages.”
“I got, ‘Bring the girls and your lovely self to lunch with me and Zane tomorrow, OK?’ So I suppose we could compare the texts and look for a hidden cipher.”
He sighed through his nose. “Why Cézaane’s, I wonder?”
“Isn’t it just the latest place to be seen?”
“It caters to wolves,” he said. “I had to tell them to tone down their anti-human marketing when the first opened, and they’ve edged up to the line ever since. Not to mention the men
