Page 110 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“Good to know.”

“And … stay,” she added.

“Sure, babe.”

“Hey, do you remember that time we had a fight with flour and I kicked your ass?”

Cross scowled. “That was not how I remember it going down.”

“Yeah, well, let me have my moment.”

He waved at her. “Yes, princess, have your moment.”

“Okay, so after I kicked your ass with flour, my uncle showed up.”

Cross made a noise under his breath. “Locked my ass in a pantry like an idiot.”

“So, he totally knew you were there.”

“What?” Cross grinned at her. “Seriously?”

“There were footprints in the flour.”

Cross laughed, loud and hard. “There was, I bet.”

“We were so stupid back then.”

“Nah, Catty, we were … in love, amazing, crazy, and life, babe. We were everything that was real and good and true.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, “and all of that, too.”

“We still are, you know. Or we could be.”

“Could we?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

He was.

He didn’t have to be.

Yet, there Cross sat far across the room from her. He gave her space simply because she asked him not to come closer, and no other reason. His gaze was only on her, even though this was the first time he had ever been inside her place.

Despite her bullshit. Despite the barriers she threw up, her behavior, and her faults. Despite her, he was still there.

Waiting on her.

Wanting her.

Everyone had a better half.

Cross was most definitely hers.

Catherine did not deserve this man.

Not like she was.

“Cross?”