Page 108 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“On the floor.”

“Yep.”

“With … popcorn.”

“It has chocolate drizzled on it,” she defended.

“Oh, well, that makes it okay, and not at all strange.”

“Don’t judge me. We all have our things. This is mine.”

Cross hummed under his breath, and took a step forward. “Is this like the time I came out in the morning to find you sitting on the pool table meditating?”

“Kind of.”

“I see.”

He took one more step closer.

Catherine pointed at him.

“You stay right where you are. I told you, I’m thinking.”

He hesitated in his next step. “What does that have to do with me coming closer?”

“When you’re near, I can’t think at all. I don’t think. You make me go stupid in my head.”

At his frown, she quickly added, “It’s okay, though, because I don’t mind. Most of the time. Right now, I actually need to think. Work through stuff. Face issues I have created.”

Cross made a face and said, “That doesn’t sound like something you would say at all.”

“It’s not. Cara said it to me. She’s right, so I’m … doing what she said.”

“Who is Cara?”

Oh.

Yeah.

Catherine hadn’t explained that bit to Cross.

“Well, she’s a friend,” Catherine said, watching Cross with wary eyes as he took a seat on the floor. Way across the room from her. He didn’t move once he sat down, except to shrug off his jacket and toss it aside. “Now she’s a friend, I mean. She used to be my therapist. A couple of months after my suicide attempt my father called her in for me. I felt better talking to her—safer, I guess—because she comes from the same life we do.”

Cross scrubbed a hand down his jaw. “Cara … as in, Cara Rossi?”

“You know her?”

“I met her husband when I was a teenager traveling with Wolf. I’ve run them guns when they bought a few shipments from Chicago.”

“Huh,” Catherine mused. “Small world.”

“Not really. All these crime families are just interconnected in more ways than most people know.”

She looked over at him again.

He looked damn good—relaxed, cool, and unbothered—in dark wash jeans and a faded Tee. He grinned at her when he caught her looking, but Catherine didn’t turn away.

“Pretty sure I said I would call you when I was ready, Cross,” she pointed out.