Page 116 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“All right.”

Wolf hung up the phone.

Cross shrugged on his shirt, and grabbed his holstered gun from the nightstand. Catherine moved off the bed, naked and concerned.

“Where are you going?”

Quickly, he dropped a kiss to her forehead. “I have to head out. Something came up.”

“Like what?”

He headed for the bedroom door. “Just … I’ll call you in the morning, okay?”

“Can I come with you?” she asked softly.

Cross hesitated.

He didn’t know if he should bring Catherine. For one, he didn’t know what kind of state Calisto might be in. For two, Calisto’s sickness had been kept tightly under wraps by those closest to him. And for three, the secret of his paternity was still unknown to Catherine, and basically everyone else around them.

“Cross, please let me come with you,” she said behind him. “You’re upset, and I don’t know why, but maybe I could help.”

“Can you get dressed fast?”

“Of course.”

“Okay.”

Emma’s wary gaze skipped over Catherine in the hallway. Just as fast, his mother looked to Cross. “We got him to sleep.”

“How long did that take?”

“A few hours or so.”

Cross could feel Catherine’s eyes on him, taking in the confusing scene, but he couldn’t fill her in on the details of their secrets just yet. He had other, more pressing, matters to deal with.

“A few hours, Ma?”

Emma shrugged. “That’s what I said. Why?”

“Why did I only get a call two hours ago, then? And from Wolf, not you. Him.”

“I thought I could handle it, or we could once Wolf came over.”

“But?”

“He got worse,” Emma admitted. “Wolf decided to call you.”

Cross wanted to be angry with his mother for trying to manage his father’s episodes without some kind of help. He suspected this was not the first time she had done just that. Truthfully, he figured he had brought that on himself, really. His mother probably thought he didn’t want to be there after everything.

“He’s sleeping, you said?”

His mother nodded.

“Why don’t you make a coffee with Catherine, or something? Relax a bit. Is there anything to clean?”

Emma flinched. “His office. The bedroom. The bathroom. He got really sick this time. Wolf just went home to clean up. He said he would be back in a little while.”

“I’ll get it, Ma.”