“That was before my time. What did she say happened?” Henry asked, leaning in, his glass nearly empty.

“That’s the thing. I don’t know. I came straight home from a vacation I shouldn’t have taken with a TV show coming to town. They wouldn’t even let me talk to her. I went down to the set after news spread to straighten it out. And they said she was ‘busy.’ But she was sleeping off a hangover in her trailer.”

Henry and Drake shrugged at each other. “That part sounds like her,” Drake admitted affably.

“She works hard and plays just as hard,” Henry agreed. “Not often, but every once in a while, she lets loose. In those instances, I keep my phone on in case bail is required.”

“How is that responsible?” Noah demanded, frustrated.

“Who says anyone has to be responsible one-hundred percent of the time?” Henry argued. “I’d like to see anyone work as hard as she does, deal with as much shit as she does, and not cut loose every once in a while. You forget how to have fun, and you’re forgetting how to live.”

Noah didn’t like that that particular sentiment struck a big, fat chord with him.

When was the last time he’d cut loose, had a little fun? He couldn’t remember the last date he’d been on. The last time he’d laughed really hard. Hell, the last hangover he’d suffered through. He couldn’t recall anything other than working, nagging Sara about her homework, and sitting down with a good book in recent months, maybe years.

“The point is man, you’re way wrong about Cat. You can’t go around treating her like some gold-digging ratings skank,” Drake said, signaling for another round.

“I know gold-digging ratings skanks,” Henry announced. “And Cat is not one of them.”

“Ah. Good ol’ Meeghan Traxx.” Drake shuddered. “How is our favorite shrewish psychopath?”

“I wouldn’t know, thankfully,” Henry said primly. “Meeghan is my former employer,” he explained to Noah.

“Meeghan?”

Henry took a fortifying gulp of his drink. “She is the meanest, most vapid, selfish, monstrous ‘person’—and I use that term very loosely—on the planet. You look at Cat like she’s a Meeghan. Meeghan is the kind of person who will do anything to get what she wants. She’s had more plastic surgery than all seasons of Botched combined. The BOTOX she gets every month is a serious danger to the rest of us mere mortals because her face is so frozen we can’t tell when she’s about to freak out and get out of her way. She’s a hell hound.”