Chapter 43

He slept in Saturday morning, reluctant to recognize the day. Just after noon, his phone started ringing. He looked at it once, then pulled the blankets over his head. It wasn’t Vince. He knew that for a fact. Vince had already told him he wouldn’t be able to see him until after the show, something to do with last minute arrangements. If Vince said something, he meant it. Which meant there was absolutely no reason for him to answer anyone who insisted on spoiling his day even more by dragging his ass out of bed.

Until they started pounding on his door, five minutes later.

Grabbing his robe, he ignored the open suitcase, still chastising him for not having packed yet, and marched for the door. “What?” he snapped when he yanked it open.

Kate frowned. “What’s gotten into you?”

He ran a weary hand over his face and stepped out of her way. “Sorry, I’m just tired. Packing and all.”