Page 108 of Unruly

“Where did you set us up to stay?”

“The brownstone in Manhattan.”

Catherine made a face.

Cross laughed.

“I know. You hate it.”

“I’ve just … We only use it as a safe house or whatever. There’s barely anything inside, and no decorating done. We never should have sold the penthouse.”

“We made quadruple on the penthouse than what I bought it for. That was a good sale, Catty.” He reached over and tapped her nose with the pad of his finger. “Get to work on making the brownstone somewhere you like, then.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Seriously, the place cost more than our big ass Newport house, babe. Five times more. Even that’s being conservative.”

“Fine,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

Grabbing hold of her waist, Cross pulled Catherine in for one more kiss. Catherine responded with one of her sexy little grins. What he really wanted to do was get her home, put Cece in a bed, and remind himself in every good, sinful, and wonderful way that his wife was alive and well.

And with him.

Miguel cleared his throat.

Cross had forgotten about their audience of one during their reunion. Catherine gave her husband a wink as she put a bit of space between them, and turned to Miguel.

“Do you want me to stay for a bit, reginella?” Miguel asked. “We can work out details on the client issue, and where we go from here.”

Catherine raised a hand, and shook her head. “No need. I want you back in L.A. to get as much info on that Evira Masters as you can. Locations, history since she came to work for my mother, friends, and whatever else. For some reason, I have no doubt she’s still in L.A. as that’s where the majority of the stolen clients are, but for a select few. Find her. Follow her. Fill me in.”

Miguel nodded. “And then what?”

Catherine passed Cross a look. “Well, I suppose we’ll let things calm down here. Deal with the bigger threat at the moment. One thing at a time, right?”

“Right,” Cross said.

Although, he hated making her once again put her business on hold for his nonsense in New York. Cross was never more aware of how lucky he was where Catherine was concerned, or how much he truly loved this woman than in times like these.

Sure, they kept work separate.

They did their own thing.

She was still there—at his side—when he needed her.

Always.

“Besides,” Catherine added, smiling at Miguel, “the more info you gather for me on her, the easier it’s going to be to take her down.”

Miguel chuckled. “Will do.”

“Take off tomorrow?”

“Sure, reginella.” Miguel nodded toward a hangar Cross owned. “I’ll grab my car, and head to a hotel.”

“You could stay at our—”

“I think not,” Miguel said, passing Cross a look and laughing.