On the other end of the line, Veronica knew something was off.

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you mean? Did someone wear that bathrobe? Spill it now, or I’ll..."

Derek remained unfazed, not even bothering to look up. "Or you’ll what?"

Veronica smirked. "I'll fly back and take my son with me."

Taking away his wingman—that was playing dirty.

Derek put down his work, lit a cigarette, and took a drag. "Sophia was here last night."

"Things ...