Veronica POV
She was just setting her empty tray back on the service counter when she heard a ruckus—furious yowling and a woman shrieking.
She rushed out to find Mr. Muffins mid-attack—claws out, back arched, terrorizing the big guy with the kind smile. Bash, or whatever his name was. Her eyes hardened as they found Brax’ across the diner, rolling his eyes at the scene.
She slammed her tray down and marched over to him. He was standing near the door, and that’s when she saw her bag in Jackson’s hand as he threw it into the car.
“What the hell are you doing? And why is one of your men manhandling my cat?!” She snarled.
“You didn’t strike me as a cat person,” Brax drawled as he continued to watch his Gamma struggle.
“Bash, stop playing with the cat and let’s go,” he snapped. Veronica
