Page 98 of Unruly

“And don’t you forget it.”

“Please don’t worry about me,” she said after moment. “I already have enough of that coming from my husband, despite how much he tries to hide it.”

“He has a right to be concerned.”

“So he does, but he doesn’t see me verbalizing my concerns over his dangerous business. I don’t cause him anxiety with my constant worries. I let him handle his shit because I trust that he knows what he’s doing.”

Miguel frowned. “Mmm.”

“He offers me the same respect. We’re good that way. He does want me to call him after the meeting to let him know how it went.”

“Understandable.”

Catherine folded her arms over her chest. “Yes, but regardless how this meeting goes, I won’t fill him in on the finer details until I get back home. Then, he and I can talk face to face about it, and not over the phone. Then, if bad shit did happen that he needs to know, he will not need to worry about me getting home after he hears the news.”

“Is that an order for me, too?”

“I know Cross asks you details on my business sometimes.”

“Never with bad intent,” Miguel pointed out.

“I know that, too.”

“Ma, sticky! Oh, Gods, sticky!”

“Just a second, Cece,” Catherine called to her daughter, desperately trying not to laugh.

Cece’s disgusted shriek was then accompanied by a loud, “Oh noes, my dress!”

She could hear the horror in the kid’s voice.

Catherine rolled her eyes upward. “She’s a kid. Why can’t she just be a normal kid sometimes?”

“Because she’s not normal,” Miguel said, already heading for the bedroom. “She’s wonderful.”

Yep.

Miggy to the rescue.

Again.

Catherine eyed the black SUV that pulled alongside the street, and slowed to a stop in front of the restaurant where she stood waiting. The model was what she had been told to expect. All the windows were tinted far too dark to see inside.

Slowly, the back window rolled down. Inside, a man sat waiting in the back seat.

“Catherine Donati?”

His Mexican Spanish accent colored his words.

“Yes,” Catherine replied.

“I’m to take you to the compound.”

Catherine raised a brow at that statement—she hadn’t been told anything about a compound. She had a mind to ask where exactly this compound was, but quickly remembered the rules she had been given.

No asking questions.

Nodding once, Catherine stepped up to the vehicle as the man opened the door. His russet gaze looked her black dress over, but he quickly averted his gaze as she stepped inside the car. The moment the door was closed, the SUV lurched forward.