Page 106 of Cross + Catherine: The Companion

Cross frowned.

Naz was a decent young man despite his bloodline and namesake. Sure, he was a criminal, too. Dark in his soul at times.

But he was also eighteen.

And pretty normal, all things considered.

Even being amazing like he was.

“Naz.”

“Hmm?” his son asked.

“No women in the house when we’re here.”

“All right, Dad. Got it.”

Cross smiled. “Unless, of course, it’s a woman you would like to introduce your mother and I to. That, son, is a whole different story.”

A chuckle answered him back before Naz said, “I don’t think I am ever going to find someone to keep all of this interested for longer than it takes me to bust a nut.”

“Never say never, Naz. And you know—you earn that kind of woman by being the man you think a woman like that deserves. She is never just going to be given to you.”

Naz nodded, and for a second, their gazes locked. “Yeah, Dad, I know.”