Page 159 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Cross nodded. “Yeah, and he’s not answering in any form. Just to be safe, your enforcer will stick closer until we get that all figured out. It’s nothing more than a precaution, but I wanted you to know why you might notice him.”

Catherine frowned. “More trouble, huh?”

“You did what you did, and so did I. The rest is details, and those don’t matter.”

“Sometimes they do,” she whispered.

Cross bent down and pressed one last, hard kiss to Catherine’s lips. “Details don’t matter as long as we’re still breathing, babe.”

“Mmhmm. Sometimes they matter.”

“The only detail I want you to worry about right now is what you want for Christmas.”

Catherine didn’t even have to think about it. “You. I want you.”

Catherine parked the Lexus in her parents’ driveway as she checked the caller ID on the ringing cell phone, before picking up the call. “Cross, hey.”

“Hey, babe. You busy?”

“No, I’m at my parents’ place. Ma wanted me to stop in.”

Cross whistled under his breath. “The regina has demanded your presence, Catty. Watch out.”

Catherine laughed. “She’s still my mom.”

“Mmhmm.”

“What?”

“I don’t know, you just hear things in this business, I guess.”

“Like what?”

“You know your mom is kind of a boss bitch, right?”

Catherine wished Cross was close enough to hit. “Don’t call my mom a bitch.”

“No, shit … Okay, some women are like my mother. Sweet, homemakers, never bat a lash at any-fucking-thing. And then there’s women like your mother, Catherine. A woman who made it in a man’s world, and doesn’t let anyone forget it because she’s probably ten times more dangerous than any of them on a bad day.”

“Point taken,” Catherine said quietly. “She’s still just my Ma, though.”

“That you’ve agreed to work for.”

“Yeah.”

“Regretting that, yet?”

Catherine sighed. “I haven’t even started actually working for her. I can’t regret something I haven’t tried.”

“It’s definitely not going to be like it was with Andino. He kind of let you have control over your business; when and where you supplied, to whom, and whatever else. I think Catrina has a bit of a different setup, that’s all.”

“Guess I have to find out, huh?”

“I guess so,” Cross murmured. “Regardless, if you keep it up, or decide to drop it, I don’t care either way. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know, Cross.”

“Whatever you want; that’s what’s important.”