Page 167 of Unruly

“I will let Dante know,” Catrina said.

“Thanks, Ma. Also, the Newport house is going to be finished in a couple of days.”

“And?”

Catherine hadn’t let her mother in on the little secret she now knew about Evira. She wanted to do that face to face. Honestly, Catherine wasn’t even all that angry about it now. Confused and a little frustrated, sure, but not angry.

She couldn’t be surprised. Not when Catrina had proven time and time again that she was more than willing to use unconventional methods to teach Catherine whatever she needed to learn.

Still, she had to talk to her mother about it.

Soon.

“I think we need to have a chat about some things,” Catherine said after a minute.

Catrina cleared her throat. “Anything in particular?”

“Not really.”

“It can’t wait?”

“It shouldn’t wait,” Catherine replied.

“Fine. Give me a call when you want me to come over.”

“Will do, Ma. Love you.”

“Always, reginella.”

Catrina hung up the phone, leaving Catherine to close one door on something causing her emotions to be in turmoil. Still, it left another door wide open.

Cross.

Catherine turned to face her husband. In the entryway, Cross leaned against the side with his arms folded over his naked chest. He still wore the jeans he had come home in, just not the shirt for some reason.

“Where’s your top?” she asked.

Cross chuckled dryly. “Cece took it.”

She lifted a brow.

He shrugged.

“Is she sleeping?”

“Finally,” he muttered.

Catherine nodded, and suddenly found she had to look anywhere but at her husband. All the emotions she had been suppressing from the moment she got that phone call from Zeke telling her Cross was fine came bubbling up like a tsunami.

“Catty?”

She kept her gaze firmly stuck on the phone she placed to the counter. “Yeah, Cross?”

“I’m sorry I scared you.”

She wet her lips. “Mmhmm.”

“This never should have happened.”