I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Well, you know he hates working on weekends. Those are his days with the girls.”

“I know, Kerry,” she groans. “But this was out of my control. And now, I’m this close to losing it because he won’t snap out of it. You know him better than anyone nowadays. Is something else going on with him?”

I rub my forehead. “I don’t think so…”

But then I glance at my phone. At my text. The one he never responded to.

Oh. Oh. Wait a minute. Could I have thrown him off his game? Did he misinterpret what I was saying? Crap, maybe I should’ve said, ‘I can’t fake this anymore because I actually want to be with you,’ Oh God. Did I just accidentally fake break-up with him?

“I’m on my way.”

I exhale sharply, grab the keys to Vic’s Aston Martin, the one I’ve been driving for months, and head straight to the studio.

I fly through town, gripping the wheel so tight my fingers ache. I shouldn’t be laughing. I shouldn’t. But the visual of Vic—all stoic, composed, always in control having an outright meltdown over a single text message? It’s ridiculous. It’s flattering.

And it’s a problem. Because if I don’t fix this, there’s a very real chance he’ll burn the whole production studio to the ground.

By the time I pull up to the studio, I spot Vicky and Hudson standing outside with their arms crossed and looking like they’re witnessing a crime scene.

Hudson shakes his head, exasperated but entertained. “I’ve never seen Vic act like such a lunatic. Do something, Kerry.”

I blow out a breath. “I don’t know what the heck I’m supposed to do, but I’ll try.”

The second I step foot on set, I’m tackled by two little bodies. Syd and Ari launch themselves at me. Their tiny arms squeeze me tight before they pull back and flash mischievous grins. Their faces say it all.

Daddy is losing it.

And when I lift my gaze toward the chaos unfolding in front of me, I see it for myself. Vic stands in the middle of it all. His shoulders are tight, and his jaw is locked. His entire aura radiates, ‘do not test me today.’ A dozen crew members hover around him, scrambling to redirect, adjust lighting, and fix whatever the hell they think will make him cooperate. But nothing is working.