Page 87 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

It still scared her a little.

“How could I not know you existed, Cross? You were the one who made me live.”

He smiled, but said nothing. Draining his cup, he set it in the sink before pulling dishes from the cupboard. He helped her to set the omelets onto plates.

Cross reached up to slide two fingers under her chin as she set the cooling pans into the sink. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

Love stared back.

She wasn’t quite so scared of that. Only when she thought it might hurt again.

“Say something,” she whispered.

“I’m always going to love you, Catherine. You know that, right? I always have.”

“I’m scared you’re going to break my heart again, Cross.”

“Are you going to let me prove that I won’t?”

“Uncle Giovanni,” Catherine greeted.

Her uncle lifted a hand in hello, but didn’t end the conversation he was having on his phone. “Andino, son, call your mother. Stop being difficult. I am not playing peacemaker between the two of you, and that’s the end of it.”

Cross shot Catherine an amused look as they neared her car. She had parked it in one of the visitor stalls in the underground garage the night before. Her uncle had been leaning against the driver’s door when they came into the garage.

Giovanni hung up the phone, and turned his attention on Catherine and Cross. “Morning.”

Cross only nodded in response, but pressed his hand to Catherine’s lower back. “Give me a call, huh?”

“I will,” she promised.

He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, and then turned to leave.

“Tell your father I said hello, Cross,” Giovanni said. “It’s been too long since he and I have had a proper conversation.”

For reasons Catherine didn’t understand, Cross hesitated in his steps. He looked over his shoulder at her uncle with a curious gaze.

“Calisto, you mean,” he said.

“Your father, yes.”

“My step-father,” Cross returned. “Everyone likes to remind me that he isn’t my real father.”

Giovanni shrugged. “Sì, well, that is them. I would never hurt my friend with that lie. As I said, tell your father I said hello.”

“I’ll do that, thanks.”

Cross headed two rows over in the underground garage to his Rover. Catherine waited until he pulled out of the space before turning back to her uncle.

“That was a strange conversation,” she said. “If you could call it that.”

To say the least.

Giovanni smiled faintly. “Not so strange, Catherine, considering.”

“Considering what?”