Page 120 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Catherine nodded once. “Just like that, Cross.”

“I can’t really say no, can I?”

“Nope.”

Catherine squealed and did a little dance on the yacht that had apparently been named Heart of Paradise. It was cold as hell, as it was the second of November, but she knew it wouldn’t be that way for long. In a couple of days’ time, she would be resting on the bow of the ship in nothing but a bikini while hot sun baked her skin.

Cross laughed as he climbed up on the boat. “Look at you, babe.”

“I want to explore.”

“Go ahead.”

“Okay!”

Catherine darted away, but Cross’s voice quickly stopped her.

“Just … there are rooms beneath the ship that have been cleared out of stuff, and are carrying crates. Leave them be, all right?”

Catherine waved over her head as she headed down the large steps that led beneath the ship. “Got it!”

The yacht was not terribly massive. Maybe forty feet long with a nice gray finish on the outside. Plush carpeting, hardwood floors, and white leather furniture made up most of the design. Stainless steel accents colored up everything. A kitchen, wet bar, and entertainment room covered the bulk of the spot beneath.

A captain’s room sat practically right beneath the ship’s bow, and a staircase led up to the private section where the man would steer the ship. Another small cabin held bunk beds and a small closet with empty hangers inside. Probably for staff.

One other smaller, but a nicer cabin likely to be for guests. Another room was locked, and Catherine figured that was probably one of the spots Cross had mentioned. She also found a large hatch that likely led to the hull, but Catherine didn’t open it up.

The two bathrooms, one for the main section and one for the master cabin bedroom, were nicer than the one in her apartment.

Catherine tossed her small duffle bag onto the bed in the master bedroom. Gray sheets and white walls stared back at her.

Two weeks on a yacht with Cross?

No problems.

No worries.

No Dante?

Perfect.

“Miss?”

Catherine turned at the new voice, and found a man with a white jacket and matching cap standing in the doorway. He was a bit large around his middle, but quite tall, too. Gray dotted the hair behind his ears, but his brown eyes were warm.

“Hello.”

“You must be the extra passenger that was mentioned this morning.”

“Must be,” Catherine said.

“Well, I’m Van. I’m the captain for the man who owns the boat. I hope you’ll enjoy your trip.”

“I have no doubt I will.”

The man chuckled. “Have a good day, Miss.”

Catherine explored for a while longer until her search took her back up to the main deck. She leaned over the railing only to find Cross was talking to someone down on the dock.