Cat’s phone chimed. She frowned at the screen and shook her head. “I know I’m late, Henry. Get out of my calendar, and stop texting me!”

Henry shrugged. “Why don’t I come with you to meet the parks manager so you can fill me in on the way.”

“Don’t you want to settle in first?” Cat asked.

Henry snorted.

“Good because I need you desperately,” Cat said cocking her head to the side. “Sara, Henry is my very British, very snooty assistant.”

“Hi, Sara,” Henry said sparing her a wink.

Sara giggled and then couldn’t seem to stop.

Noah felt like he should be covering Sara’s ears. He was witnessing the flirty side of America’s home renovation sweetheart, and he didn’t care for it. Was she dating one of them? Both of them? Did it even matter?

One thing was clear, Cat wasn’t the kind of role model he wanted Sara clinging to.

“Sara, it was great meeting you. Noah, let me know about tonight so I can have a small crew ready if it’s a yes. You have my number?”

Noah nodded.

“Come on, Sar. Let’s get you back to school,” Noah insisted. Sara looked like she was going to argue, but when Drake and Henry winked at her and said their good-byes, she lost the power of speech again. Noah half dragged, half carried her to the SUV and unceremoniously stuffed her inside.

“Oh, my God, Dad. That was the most amazing moment of my life,” she squealed. “Cat King! She’s so gorgeous, and did you see those guys with her? She is literally the coolest, most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my life. Do you think both those guys are her boyfriends?”

Noah hit the brakes a little too hard as they rolled up to a stop sign. “Why would you think that would be cool?”

Sara gave him a sideways look. “I’ve seen Sex and the City reruns. Sometimes people don’t want to be in a relationship. Sometimes they just want to have fun.”

Noah wasn’t sure who he wanted to curse more. Catalina King or Samantha Jones.

Hell would freeze over before he allowed Cat to parade into his house with a camera crew and her smoldering boyfriends who rendered his daughter speechless.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

That sneaky son of a bitch tried to weasel his way out of letting her into his house, just like Cat knew he would. The temporary coffee truce had been short-lived. Sure, it had held up long enough for him to introduce his daughter. Sara was bright, charming, and fun. The exact opposite of her shithead father.

Cat guessed the girl took after her mother.

Once Drake and Henry had made their grand entrance, Noah’s pleasantries had turned off like the flipping of a switch.