Page 70 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Do you love the pretty girl?

Check yes or no.

It was too sweet.

“Well, do you?” she asked, looking up at him. “Yes or no?”

Cross’s intense stare pinned her in place, made her throat tight, and her body hot. What he did to her with just a look … it never failed. She already knew his answer before he said it.

She wished she knew what to do with it.

“When did I ever stop loving you, Catherine?”

Catherine stepped out of her Lexus, and held her wrap sweater tighter to her chest as the cold air sneaked beneath. She looked out to the damp sand and water of Jacob Riis Beach. With darkness falling, and the smell of rain in the air, the place seemed all but abandoned. The parking lot was basically empty. A couple walked about a half of a mile down with a dog, but in the opposite direction of where Catherine parked.

Cross’s Range Rover was right beside her Lexus. He had backed into the parking spot, and the hatch on the vehicle was opened wide. Catherine found Cross sitting in the back of the Rover’s hatch. His leather jacket rested open, and he had an arm sitting on a propped knee. One of his legs dangled over the edge as he looked out at the water.

“This was not what I thought you would pick when you asked if we could do something,” she admitted.

Cross looked down at her. “No?”

“I thought a club, dinner … something.”

“Those are good things to do, too.”

“Sure.”

“But I prefer this when I want quiet,” he admitted.

Catherine hugged her torso. “Do you do this often?”

“More often than not lately.”

“Why?”

“Things on my mind, Catty.”

He didn’t offer more.

She chose not to push.

Turning to look over her shoulder, Catherine admired the darkness of the sky and the calmness of the water. “This is good, though.”

“Yeah?”

She found him looking far too sexy for his own good over her shoulder. Grinning. Content. Cool, calm, and collected.

“Yeah, Cross.”

Thunder boomed overhead.

He leaned forward and looked up at the sky. “It’s going to rain.”

“You can feel it in the air.”

It made goosebumps bloom over her skin. Then again that could have been Cross when he grabbed her around the waist without warning, and pulled her into the hatch with him. Catherine laughed as she settled in Cross’s lap. He tugged a blanket from behind him and tossed it over their shoulders. She snuggled into the warmth—his and the blanket.

Things were always easy with Cross. Like they never missed a beat. Time kept going; they had just stopped for a while.