redhead and the little blond making out on the dance floor. And I couldn't pretend we weren't making out as she turned me around and kissed me fully on the mouth, her tongue softly touching mine, exploring. I moaned when she slipped a hand down to fondle my ass and clasp me tightly against her.

My phone, still in one of the hands wrapped around Cat's neck, vibrated, and I broke the kiss, checking the text message over her shoulder.

IWANT2

"I want you." Catherine’s didn't have to say it. I knew-everyone on the dance floor knew. But she extended the invitation anyway. "Come home with me."

Lil was going home with Alek. Ronnie and TJ were home and had each other. As much as I liked to think of myself as part of them, as part of the family, they were really a separate unit, a family of their own-and a growing one. Who did I have, really?

"Do you have a car?" Last time, we'd gone to her place in a limo, a luxury that both shocked and thrilled me.

Her smile widened. "Driver's waiting outside."

Over her shoulder, I saw Jim Carrey, still standing at the railing talking to his agent, but I could swear he was looking at us. Then, when he turned to look fully at me, his eyes met mine and I knew he’d been watching. He grinned, winked and gave me a thumbs up. I almost laughed out loud.

"Okay." I acquiesced, and her eyes brightened as she took my hand, leading me through the throng of people.

I took the time to text Lil one-handed.

GO4IT!

And I told myself, as I swept through the club on Catherine's arm, that I was just taking my own advice.

* * * *

We stopped for a courage-drink at the bar before we left-two shots of tequila each. The bar in the limo was stocked, too, and she kept pouring, champagne this time, petting me the whole way. But I was nowhere near as drunk as I'd been the last time we showed up at her penthouse apartment, and I'd forgotten how intimidating her wealth was. I hadn't even seen the view from her balcony before.