Page 82 of Unruly

He sounded anything but okay with that.

It was what it was.

“What do you have figured out?” her husband asked.

“Things you probably won’t like.”

Cross scowled. “Do tell.”

“Well, I think I have access to someone who can get me a face to face with the cartel boss.”

“Would you be opposed—”

“To you going with me, yes.”

Cross grunted under his breath. “Christ, don’t even let me get it out.”

“I can do it alone. I need to.”

“You need to take someone.”

“Miguel,” Catherine said.

“All right, that’s … better.”

“Mostly to keep Cece in a safe place while I do business.”

His scowl was back in an instant.

“So that’s that,” Catherine said, deciding to move on to the next issue before this one could start a fight. “I’m going to approach one of the high profile clients, too.”

“Like full-on public contact?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little … stupid?”

“I’m not concerned about losing them—I already have.”

“True enough,” Cross said quietly.

“But one thing at a time,” Catherine murmured. “Cocaine first, then the client issue. I need to knock this shit out one thing at a time.”

Cross pressed his lips to Catherine’s head, and gave her a kiss. “You’ll kill it, babe.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

“All the while, you’re stewing because I won’t let you help or step in.”

Cross hummed under his breath. “It’s always been like this with us, though. Sometimes, yeah, I have a different opinion about your business than you do, but it’s not my business. You asked me not to cross that line once, and I haven’t.”

“Thank you.”

He pulled her up higher in his arms to kiss her cheek. Then, her chin. The line of her jaw. The column of her throat. And finally, her mouth. Sweet, hot kisses with little flicks of his tongue that made heat pool between her legs.

“Tease,” she whispered against his lips.