#CHAPTER 48: Arboretum

Sarah POV The summit continued in a flurry of panels and meetings for Zane while I watched the girls and attended two more cocktail gatherings. I managed to jazz up my black suit for one of them and then just made a quick shopping trip for a lacy rose thing for the other. And the second-to-last day of the summit, Zane managed to beg off on yet another round table discussion, loaded up the rental van with me, the girls, and our bodyguards and headed out for what he called a “special picnic.” After not long at all for Los Angeles driving time, by which I mean under an hour, we ended up in a place I’d never heard of, the Los Angeles County Arboretum. Right inside the entrance, however, I recognized a small building I knew from the opening credits of Fantasy Island, a show I loved as a child. The girls had never heard of it and looked at me sideways when I explained about it with excitement. I made a face to make them laugh, and Zane assured me that he remembered the show. “Way