Page 72 of Cross + Catherine: The Companion

Petty girls lie.

Petty girls play games.

Queens didn’t need or do those things.

“I don’t like seeing you with other girls,” Cece settled on saying.

Juan dropped into the lounger beside hers. “All right.”

“All right,” she echoed.

He looked over at her, saying, “It’s always just me and you when it’s us, Cece. I promise.”

Her daddy once told her to find a boy who kept his promises because those were the kinds of boys who grew up to be good men.

She knew that she had found that boy.

Juan.

They still had years to go yet, though.