Bethany-Kris

How do you do that?” Cross asked.

Calisto looked down at him. “What?”

“Get stuff from my phone emailed to you.”

“I had my guy put an app on it after I bought it and—”

ell me your name, then.”

“This isn’t a tit for tat,” Catherine replied. “I said no, and that means—”

Catherine didn’t even see the fist coming before it smashed into Hugh’s face. Hugh let go of Catherine’s arm with a holler, and she almost tripped over her gladiator-style sandals in an effort to jump back.

“Means fucking no,” the guy Catherine had been admiring earlier said, as he stood over a now bleeding Hugh.

Catherine found a pair of dark eyes looking in her direction before they locked onto hers.

Cross.

Cross Donati.