Page 191 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“You’re going to Vegas next week, aren’t you?” Calisto asked.

Cross nodded, and took a drink of coffee. “Major MMA match happening. I’ve got cage-side tickets. Catherine got them for me as a gift.”

“She going, too?”

“Who else would I take?”

Calisto shook his head. “I don’t know, Zeke, maybe?”

“Zeke can buy his own fucking tickets.”

“I swear, if you could just hole yourself up somewhere with that girl for the rest of your life, you would be a happy man, Cross.”

“I’ve known that since I was fourteen. You’re late in the game, Papa.”

Calisto smiled.

The ringing of a bell drew Cross’s gaze to the restaurant entrance. Their third and fourth guest for the breakfast strolled in with smiles on their faces.

Dante shrugged off his wet jacket, and took a seat beside Calisto. April was giving them hell for rain that year, although the sun kept shining through the rain. Catherine dropped a kiss to Cross’s temple before hanging her wet jacket on the back of the chair.

“I have to go wash up,” she told him.

“We’ll be here.”

Dante turned to Calisto as Catherine headed for the restrooms. “I see you’re finally out and about.”

“The sun is trying to kill me,” Calisto complained. “And the rain is hurting my shoulder.”

Cross rolled his eyes upward. “The sun is not trying to kill you, Papa. It will take some time.”

“You have been shut in for quite a while,” Dante said.

“He doesn’t understand.” Calisto flicked a hand at Cross. “Not at all.”

“I think he understands quite a bit. He was the one who made sure you’re still here to complain, isn’t he?”

“Vaffanculo,” Calisto swore.

Dante chuckled. “Be nice, old friend.”

Cross checked his watch, and wondered where the rest of their guests were. Zeke, his latest girlfriend for the month, and Wolf.

“Cross, I have a question,” Dante said.

“Sure.”

“You’re going to Vegas with my daughter next week, right?”

“We are.”

“Tell me you’re not going to marry her there.”

Calisto coughed on his drink of coffee.

Cross’s gaze darted to a stony Dante. “I beg your pardon?”

“I just … wanted to make sure.”