#Chapter 42: Summit

Zane POV I didn’t relax until my plane left the runway. My original plan had been to leave Sarah and the girls at home while I went to the annual summit of the northern territories in Los Angeles, but after the attack on Grace and the shots fired at Sarah, there was no question I would take them with me. Part of me wanted to run to ground instead of someplace so public, but I had agreed to be the keynote speaker this year, and Travis had doubled our guards. There were more bodyguards than family members on my Gulfstream, but the G650ER could handle the crowd. I nodded to Travis sitting in his chair, which he swiveled to face the back and keep an eye on things. Mike, who’d healed himself up in one of the smoothest transitions I’d ever seen, was sitting with Danielle, and I confess I didn’t remember the name of the three other guards on the plane. The six of them would take eight-hour shifts when we landed. The plan was to stay in Los Angeles for a week, during which time whoever