Veronica POV
“What happened in Vegas?” her father suddenly asked. They’d been driving in silence for a while—until Mr. Muffins meowed from the backseat. Veronica had forgotten him the first time she’d left, but she wasn’t going to leave him behind again—she was her cat after all.
Bash had told her that he had been pining ever since she’d left, looking for her and meowing. She was so grateful that he and Becky had fed Mr. Muffins and had kept him company.
She wanted to hold him, but her father didn’t want him loose in the car.
She turned from the window to face her father—who sneezed for the umpteenth time.
“That damn cat,” he grumbled. “Is he going to be staying in the packhouse?”
“That depends. Is Mom going to be there? Because if she is—then no, we won’t be staying in the packhous
