Page 185 of Always: A Legacy Novel

“How did you even get tickets for that? The shows are sold out months ahead of time, Cross.”

“I know some people,” he said, smirking. “Go get dressed, something appropriate for the venue.”

It was only then that she really noticed he too was wearing a suit and tie.

“You were busy today, weren’t you?”

Cross laughed. “I am exhausted, but who the hell cares? Go, or we’re going to be late getting into the city.”

Catherine didn’t need to be told a second time.

“Best birthday gift ever,” Catherine said.

“Oh?”

“Ever.”

Cross slung his arm around Catherine, pulled her close, and kissed her temple. “You know I still hate the whole dying together thing, right?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“It’s still not romantic, babe.”

“Okay, maybe not, but—”

“But nothing, it’s not romantic.”

“Cross, shut up and let me talk. Remember what I did when you kept interrupting me the first time over this?”

“Yeah, you smacked me with a book and then I got into your panties. It was great.”

Catherine’s cheeks heated at his blatant crassness, and her sudden flood of innocent memories. “Okay, but mostly the book thing is what I meant.”

“Sure, but I liked the other bit better.”

“Me, too, but not the point. So shut up and listen.”

Cross smirked at her in the darkness. “You don’t have a book to smack me with this time.”

“I can find one.”

“Where?”

“Shh,” someone muttered from behind them.

“Fuck off into a hole somewhere,” Cross hurled over his shoulder.

Catherine covered her mouth to hide her giggles. She would not be at all surprised if Cross got both their asses kicked out of Broadway Theatre because he made a damn scene. “Quiet, Cross.”

“You started talking first.”

“Hush.” She gave him a side-eye. “You’re right.”

“I always am, but go on, and give me pleasure of explaining what I’m right about this time.”

Arrogant, arrogant, arrogant.

And she loved it far too much.