"Well..." he began, passing pastry between lips, chewing slowly, thoughtfully for a time. "We're thinking she might come in heat by summertime. But that's just a guess. Could be anytime, you know? But I'm anxious to get the ball rolling..."
The contacts Robb had made at the zoo up north were really good people. Extremely accommodating to his situation and just as anxious as he to see more healthy cubs brought into the world. And while it would've been nice to have Weir closer to home, Robb didn't mind the three- to four-day layover he and Jon would need to make while Weir was doing her thing with the stud male. It would give them another opportunity to take in all the sights that they certainly wouldn't be able to manage while on their Special Getaway.
"Mm! I nearly forgot!" Digging into his front trouser pocket, Robb pulled out a slip of folded paper. Not too terribly creased, but he still gave it a good press against the table with the heel of his hand..
"Those contacts I promised," he said, holding the sheet out to Abby between slender index and middle fingers. "The bloke at the top seems really interested. Wants you to give him a ring as soon as you're able." On-site film consulting work for Abby; what could be a lucrative side business for her if she wished to pursue it in any fashion. Hollywood was always on the lookout for talented, experienced, clever people just like her to fill the ranks.
Robb hoped she would jump on the deal, if only as a tiny way of repaying her for being so amazingly helpful with getting the ball rolling for Weir - just doing her job she'd said, though Robb didn't see it like that at all - and working so diligently on their new project.