Page 124 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“I thought you were still figuring shit out?”

“There’s not a whole lot to figure out with us.”

“No?”

“Not when it’s really quite simple.”

He loved her.

She loved him.

The rest was nothing more than details.

“Tomorrow,” he said, “I want you to make sure you stay out of sight. The drop is just on the outside rim of the Gulf. They’re meeting up with me on another ship. I was told it should be about the same size as the yacht we came in on.”

“Have you ever run guns for this person before?”

“A couple of times, but from a different source.”

“Chicago?”

Cross chuckled. “Yeah, Chicago.”

“So, you know the people?”

“Well, it’s usually been the same men with an occasional change of one or two, but yeah. Basically, the same group of men pick up the drop for the buyer.”

“I could stay in the master bedroom of the yacht, right?”

Cross nodded. “Sure. They’ve got no reason to be in there once the one room is cleaned out. The rest of the guns were dropped down into the hull, so that’ll be a while to get them all out and everything.”

“How long?”

“A few hours.”

“Huh.”

“You can still stay here … on the beach, whatever.”

Catherine shook her head. “I came here with you. I’m staying with you.”

“All right,” he murmured.

“Cross?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I lied about something.”

He stiffened under her. “About what?”

Catherine peered out over the beach. “I didn’t actually tell my dad I was going out of country, or that I was leaving at all.”

Cross sucked air through his teeth. “So, you definitely didn’t tell him you were going with me, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Jesus Christ.”