Page 123 of Cross + Catherine: The Companion

“Miguel.”

“I told you. Did you forget?”

Catherine heaved a sigh. “Maybe.”

Who fucking knew, lately?

“Downstairs,” Miguel told her, “in the dining room. You wanted to have it there since you knew it would be closer to dinner.”

Miguel offered all this to Catherine like it was gospel, and he knew what he was talking about. She really didn’t have any reason to distrust him, and lately, she was kind of flaky on important things piling up.

That happened when you were planning a wedding. Although, now the wedding was over, and she was hoping to return to some semblance of a normal human being. Who was to say if that would actually be the case?

Her life was nonstop.

Chaotic.

It had always been this way.

Miguel glanced at his watch. “Ten minutes, regina.”

Catherine grumbled under her breath. “Fine.”

Cross POV

Cross was already standing when his wife entered the dining room with her sharp gaze drifting over the dining patrons. He could tell just by the stiffness in her posture that she wasn’t pleased. He couldn’t help but smile knowing she would soon be fine again.

As soon as …

There it was—her gaze landed on him.

Cross fixed the button on his suit jacket with a grin as Catherine came closer. She shook her head; amusement clearly dancing in her eyes.

“I thought a meeting in the dining room was a little strange,” she said.

Cross chuckled. “Oh?”

“I never have meetings down here.”

“Yet, you trusted Miguel.”

“He’s never given me a reason not to,” Catherine said. “And you know, it’s been so busy lately for me I wouldn’t be surprised if I did set up an appointment with a girl, and forgot about it completely. My brain is …”

“Scattered?” he supplied.

Catherine nodded. “Yeah, the wedding did a number.”

“The wedding is over, babe.”

“It is.”

“Our kids are all out of the house.”

Catherine lifted her brow. “They are.”

“Adults, now.”

“Wow,” she murmured, “hard to believe.”