Great. Now his already overcrowded home was going to be under the scrutiny of a camera crew for a national audience.

Sara pulled his hand away and jumped up and down. “Will you ask them if it’s okay? Will you, Dad?”

He sighed, gritting his teeth. “I guess.”

“You’ll let me know,” Cat said. It wasn’t a question.

Noah nodded briskly. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, I should get this young lady back to school.”

He was just about to pick Sara up and stuff her into his SUV before she could invite Cat to move in with them when a shiny black pick-up truck rolled into the lot, windows down, music blaring.

Cat, arms in a V over her head, whooped out a welcome.

The truck eeked to a stop, and two men bounded out, one short and dapper in trousers and a yellow checked shirt. The other was tall and broad and looked vaguely familiar. The tall one reached Cat first and swept her feet off the ground in a dramatic hug. He placed a loud kiss on her mouth before settling her back on the ground. “Hey, gorgeous.”

He was tall and self-assured as if he’d had years of people telling him how great he was.

Noah felt instantly uncomfortable, and he wasn’t sure why.

“Hey, yourself! I’ve missed your face,” Cat laughed, cupping the man’s face. He let her slide to the ground, and she leaned in and offered a one-armed hug to the second man. “Henry, I’ve been going crazy without you.”

“Of course, you have,” he announced in a clipped British accent. “I hope you haven’t cocked it all up already.”

“Impressionable ears, Henry,” Cat said, nodding in Sara’s direction.

“Sorry, darling,” Henry said, flashing a dazzling smile at Sara.

Sara giggled, and Noah noticed his daughter had a slightly dazed look like she was a concussion victim. The last thing he needed was men amping up Sara’s recently acquired obsession with boys. He was about to drag her away when Cat twined her arm through the taller man’s and led him over. “Sara, I’d like you to meet my friend Drake. He has his own show, too.”

Sara turned a shade of scarlet Noah hoped to never see on her face again.

“Hey, Sara. Nice to meet you.” Drake—of course his name was Drake—squeezed Sara’s arm in a friendly greeting. Noah didn’t like it. He didn’t like the guppy fish look on his daughter’s face, and quite frankly, he didn’t care for the way Cat was glowing up at him either. Get a freaking room.

“Noah,” he said, by way of a greeting, and gripped Drake’s hand in a steely hold.

“Drake. Great to meet you. I’m excited to be working with this lovely lady again,” Drake said, bringing Cat’s knuckles to his lips.