Page 101 of Cross + Catherine: The Companion

“Well?” Naz asked.

His father finished his perusal, and closed the folder.

“What do you think?” Naz asked.

Cross smiled. “It all looks good. I would be willing to go ahead with this as soon as I can get the guns moved.”

“Yeah?”

“There was just one little issue,” Cross added.

“What’s that?”

“You planned for a partner, but didn’t discuss who that would be with me ahead of time. I can set you up with—”

“Well, that’s because I thought it would be you.”

“Oh,” Cross said.

A look passed between Naz’s mother and father. An unspoken conversation Naz couldn’t begin to understand. They did that far too often, honestly. Sometimes, his parents could have entire conversations in silence, and never broke a stride.

He added that into the pile of strange things about their relationship, and love. Like maybe being together for so long, and knowing each other so well was the reason why they were afforded this kind of privilege.

Finally, his mother nodded.

Cross looked back at Naz. “I guess you’ve got yourself a partner, son.”

Naz took the folder back. “Who the fuck else would it be?”