Page 40 of Among the Stars

“I’ll be there in an hour,” Cam said and ended his call.

So much for her afternoon plans.

“Give me an hour,” she said to Ash.

“Thanks, buddy.”

As Cam gathered his clothes, Veronica climbed from the bed. “You owe me,” she muttered into her cell, and then ended the call. Snagging her robe, she said, “Is everything okay?”

Cam pulled his boxer briefs into place. “Our distributor has a shortage of cheese.”

“Tacos and burritos require cheese,” she pointed out.

“Exactly.” His pants went on next, and she lamented the loss of her beautiful view. “Since tomorrow is a Sunday, and we’re running into the holiday, I need to handle this now.” He nodded toward her phone. “Did I hear the groom has cold feet?”

“No. Ash is struggling to write a song for Jesse. He says he needs my help.”

Dark brows arched. “You write songs, too?”

“On occasion. It’s part of being a producer.”

He pulled his T-shirt over his head and tucked it into his pants. “I’d like to hear more about what you do.”

Men rarely took an interest in Veronica’s work. They either dismissed her talent or preferred to talk about themselves. “Name the time.”

Cam shook out the wrinkled button-down. “You could come to my place tonight.” Holding her gaze, he slipped his dress shirt on, awaiting her reply.

“I’d like that. I’m sorry we didn’t get to stay in bed a little longer, though.”

“I’d have had to leave anyway. Fiona has to be fed.”

Veronica tensed. “Excuse me? Fiona?”

Putting the deadly dimples on full display, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Fiona is a cat.”

She could not have heard that right. “I’m sorry. You have a cat?”

“I do.”

“There was no cat in your apartment.”

“Yes, there was.”

“Why didn’t I see her?”

He pulled Veronica into his arms, sliding his hands inside the robe. “Because Fiona doesn’t like people.” She wasn’t sure if she believed him, but his hands were sliding up her ribcage, and the matter of the mystery feline seemed less important. “I can leave the club by ten. How does a later supper sound?”

His thumbs glanced her nipples, and she leaned into him. “Followed by a late-night snack?” she asked.

“Anything you want.”

She wanted to drag his clothes back off and fuck him senseless for the rest of the day. Screw the damn cheese.

“We could have an appetizer right now.”

Cam lifted her against him and ravaged her mouth. By the time he was finished, Veronica was delirious with need.

“I need to go,” he sighed.