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“And we keep this between us?”

Haven smirked, saying, “Listen, Catherine, the last thing I need or want is my husband bulling his way down into Mexico. I like him alive, thanks. I intend to keep him that way. Trust that he will not learn I helped you along here.”

Catherine chose not to ask or say more.

She got what she needed and wanted, after all.

“She didn’t even say goodbye to me. Not properly.”

Catherine gave Cross a fake pout just to bother him a little bit more. She couldn’t help but tease him.

“Seriously, Catherine.”

“She’s excited to fly and see Miguel when we land.”

He still sulked. Although his sulking was still quite handsome, and mostly brooding. He tried not to glare at the private jet where Cece had disappeared without as much as a wave to her father.

“She didn’t even tell me she loves me,” Cross said.

Catherine reached out, caught Cross by his jaw with her hand, and turned him toward her. She kissed him hard, and only pulled away when she felt him smile against her lips.

“I love you,” she told him. “There, someone’s told you. Stop being sad, Cross. We talked about this, and it’s the best option. Safety, remember.”

Cross’s dark eyes drifted over her face, and then he stroked her cheek with two fingers. The windy, cold airstrip blew the skirt of Catherine’s dress all around her bare legs, but she barely felt it at all.

She was too busy staring at life and love.

She felt nothing but him.

“Be smart, huh?”

Catherine nodded. “Of course.”

“Keep her moving.”

“I will.”

“Tell Miguel I will—”

“Cross.”

He smirked. “Yeah, he already knows.”

Catherine spun to face her husband completely, and kissed him one more time. “I’ll call when we land, I promise.”

“You better.”

“Take care of business here,” she said, poking him in the chest.

Cross grabbed her fingers in his warm hand, and smiled. “Take care of your business, too.”

“You know it.”

Before Cross could convince her to stay, Catherine stepped away and let him go. She gave him a little wave over her shoulder as she headed up the few steps leading to the private jet. Once she was inside, and sitting down beside an overly excited Cece, she glanced out the port window.

Cross hadn’t moved.

Catherine pointed for Cece to see. “Say goodbye to Daddy, bambina.”