Page 50 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Dark wash jeans. Faded band Tee. Leather jacket. Doc Martens.

Black, on black, on black, on fucking black.

Dark, like his gaze leveling on hers. Sexy, like the way his lips curved at the edges knowingly. Challenging, like his head tilting sideways as if to dare her to come closer.

His clothes. His personality. His desires. His behavior. His looks.

All dark.

Black as sin.

It fit him far too well.

Catherine was determined not to let the sight of Cross set her off balance too much. It had only been two weeks since they hooked up, after all. He could have contacted her, if he had a problem with her skipping out on him.

She didn’t even meet his gaze as she approached her car. Opening the driver’s door, she tossed her bag inside to the passenger seat, and closed it back up.

“What, did you pick up a couple classes at the college?” she asked.

Cross folded his arms over his chest. “No.”

“Then, I guess you don’t really have any reason to be here, do you?”

“None except you,” he replied just as fast.

Catherine tightened her tweed jacket in an effort to keep the heat traveling through her body from escaping. It drove her insane how just being near this man could still make her feel a million and one things. He was every single reason why no other male that showed her any interest could actually keep her attention.

It was sad, really.

“I’ve got a phone,” Catherine said.

Cross smirked, his sin-black eyes traveling over her form. Down to the suede boots she wore, to the leather wrapped choker on her throat. “This needed a more face-to-face conversation.”

“It’s been two weeks, Cross. What conversation have you sat on this long?”

“Trust me, it’s only been two weeks because I didn’t have a choice.”

Catherine frowned. “Pardon?”

“I got a call the morning after you came home with me. I had to make a trip to Chicago, and then a drive up through Maine and into Canada to deliver some guns while I was there. I didn’t intend to have that job come up this early, as far as that goes.”

“Oh,” she said softly.

That probably explained why he hadn’t called.

Catherine wasn’t stupid. She remembered how Cross kept off phones when he was running guns. Mostly for safety reasons.

“To be fair, I also didn’t intend to wake up that morning and find you gone, either.”

She looked anywhere but at Cross. “Yeah, well …”

“That was a shitty move, Catty.”

“Cross—”

“A really shitty move.”

She sighed. “For who, you or me? We hooked up, and that was it. It wasn’t supposed to be more than that. I let you know from the jump what I expected.”