Page 121 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Andino, actually.

Her cousin’s gaze caught hers.

“Catherine,” Andino called with a wave.

She gave him the middle finger.

Cross laughed. “Well, there’s that.”

“You sure taking her is a good idea?”

“I’m sure it’s none of your business as long as these guns get dropped on time, and without issue.”

Andino nodded. “Have a safe trip.”

That was that.

“Here, babe.”

Catherine took the bottle of water Cross offered to her. Twisting the cover off, she looked up at the bright, clear sky as she sipped the cold water.

“You know, as much as I like your cooking, I’m surprised there’s not staff on this boat. I mean, given the size and everything.”

Cross sat down beside her on the blanket she had spread out on the deck. “There usually is, I think. We’re working on something that is better with less people.”

“Less witnesses, you mean.”

“You got it, babe.”

She used her elbows to keep her propped up as the hot sun baked down. Her white bikini contrasted brightly against the olive tone of her skin. The Chanel sunglasses kept the sun from being too bright on her eyes.

Cross wore a pair of board shorts and aviator sunglasses.

Almost a week on the ship had taken them down to nearly their first stop. Apparently, they would be in Cancun for a short while before Cross was taking the boat out into the Gulf alone without the captain for the drop.

“When did you learn to drive a boat?”

Cross grinned at her. “That’s not the correct term.”

“No?”

“Sail for a sailboat. Skipper for a ship. Steer or helm, for lack of a better term when you’re just discussing mechanics, I suppose.”

“Isn’t skipper for captains, though?”

“Usually.”

“Okay, so steer a boat, then. You’re not the captain of any ship, are you?” Cross reached over and tickled the inside of Catherine’s thigh. She giggled and battled his hand away. “Stop that.”

“I learned when I was about twenty or so. It’s a good skill to have in this profession.”

“Being a gunrunner, you mean.”

Cross winked. “You got it.”

“Is that what you’re always going to be, though?”

His amusement faded fast. “No, not for long.”