Page 121 of Cross + Catherine: The Companion

The End

Cross/Catherine POV

Catherine

“Finally, he picks up the fucking phone,” Miguel muttered, turning his back to Catherine as they headed across the tarmac. “Juan, just because you’re on your honey—”

Miguel’s words abruptly cut off, and then his shoulders stiffened. He pulled the phone away from his ear, and glared at the screen.

“He hung up on me!”

“Because they’re on their honeymoon,” Catherine reminded her friend.

“Yeah, but—”

“I would have hung up on my parents, too, Miggy.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Catherine pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. All these years, and it was still only Cece who would get away with calling Miguel that nickname. It was still the cutest thing ever, too.

No one could tell Miguel that, though. His poor little pride might take a hit, but behind his back, he was Miggy to everybody, regardless of what he thought or wanted. It just was what it fucking was.

Catherine smacked her friend in the back of his head as she passed him by, and just as quickly, slipped into the backseat of the waiting Rolls-Royce. A ride meant for a queen. Soon—someday—she was going to give her crown up.

Hand it over.

Pass the legacy on.

She wasn’t ready, yet.

Neither was Cece.

It would still happen.

Soon.

“You think you’re such a smartass,” Miguel said, leaning into the car.

Catherine grinned. “I know I am.”

Besides, she had to keep Miguel on his toes. Cece was no longer a little girl keeping Catherine’s right-hand man constantly on watch at every second of the day. Catherine liked to try and fill in to keep Miguel entertained instead.

Good friends were hard to find.

“Yeah, yeah.” Miguel moved to close the door as he said, “Where to first, regina?”

“Business first.”

She was in Cali.

Business always came first in Cali.

“Business it is,” Miguel said.

Catherine looked over the information on the tablet in her hands. Nothing unusual stood out to her, or made her take pause. Nothing as cause for concern, anyway. Glancing up at the woman sitting across from her in the Four Seasons room, Catherine nodded.

“I think you are all set, Jamee,” Catherine said