Page 34 of Cross Point

“I’m not giving up shit. And I wouldn’t have to worry about sharing if I tossed your ass overboard right now!” Jackson stood up, and Maxwell did the same.

“Try it!”

“Don’t think I won’t.”

The men faced off, both of them furiously. They stumbled as the boat roared to life and Trinity sped off, heading north, taking them away from the hotel. Feeling the sea breeze on her face with the wind whipping her hair around her was better than pushing both of her men overboard.

Or shooting them.

She already thought of both of them as hers, but she was damn tired of them talking about her like she wasn’t there. As she sped across the turquoise water, she made a note to go back to the Blue Horizon Marina to rent a jet ski at some point during her trip.

She stopped the boat when she’d reached a quiet part of the bay just past the cliffs, somewhere in between where the resort was located and where the private villas started. She didn’t want to chance getting closer to the beach and stayed just under a half mile out when she turned the boat off.

The afternoon had heated up enough that she wished she had thought ahead to wear her bathing suit. It didn’t matter, though. She still wanted to take a dip in the cool, clear water of the bay.

She’d just have to do it naked.

She turned around to find both Jackson and Maxwell watching her from where they were seated. Moving past them, she quickly began disassembling her sniper rifle.

“Three things,” she said briskly. “First, all but two people cleared out of the construction site after our little visit today. The foreman, Alan Browning, and one of the security guys. Not the one I met the other day—it was the older guy, Javier Vega.”

Maxwell nodded. “I remember seeing both of them earlier.”

He watched her quick, economical movements as she broke down the parts of her gun, cleaned them, then packed them back into the specialized case. He remembered Browning specifically since it had taken all his willpower not to punch the man in the face when he handed over copies of the paperwork and material receipts that Maxwell had demanded.

“Okay, then. Secondly, if we try to do this ménage thing, we all have to agree. I’m the one who is benefiting from this the most, but I have a feeling dealing with the two of you is going to be a big pain in the ass, and I’m not just talking anal sex. Dealing with one man is hard enough, but two…well, that’s something I’m going to have to think about. Even so, I don’t think I can choose between you two. So, you both have to be sure that you want to try this out before anything else happens. And all of us need to think.”

Jackson’s hands were going numb from clenching them so hard. He was pissed on so many levels now. He had never wanted a ménage relationship, yet here he was. When Maxwell suggested it, Jackson had wanted to kill the man, then toss his body overboard. The truth was he already thought of Katrina Cross as his, and it infuriated him that another man was trying to claim her.

He scrubbed his hands over his face, then gaped when he saw she had moved to the far side of the boat and had started stripping.

“What the hell are you doing?”

She turned to glance at him over her shoulder. “I’m going for a swim. I need to think.”

Lust nearly burned Jackson alive as she finished stripping and he finally saw her nude body. His eyes narrowed as he took in the various scars marring her otherwise perfect form. Christ, she had more than he did, but somehow seeing them on her made them so much worse. He noted the artistry of the cross on her back and the tribal tattoo that covered her right hip and thigh. Jesus, it made him hard and pissed him off that some tattoo artist had been working on her so intimately.

She turned once more to scowl at both men. “Oh, yeah. The last thing I wanted to tell you guys. Talk about me again like I’m not right fucking in front of you and I might shoot you both.”

With that, she stepped up onto the bench seat and made a clean dive into the crystal-clear water.

Chapter Thirteen

Jackson blew out the breath he had been holding and shook his head.

Fucking hell, what was he going to do with that woman?

Love her.

His heart nearly stopped beating at that thought. He just met her, how the hell could he be falling in love with her? Plus, she’d just told him she had slept with someone else. Shouldn’t he be pissed? Common sense was telling him to walk away now, but his heart and his throbbing cock were telling him there was no way in hell that he was going anywhere.

“Well, shall we talk now that our lady has told us both to piss off for the moment?”

Jackson glanced at Maxwell and noted that even though he was talking to him, the other man hadn’t looked away from where Trinity was swimming toward shore.

A small smile curved Maxwell’s lips. “She swims like a fish.”

“More like a shark.” It was time Jackson got to the point. “Listen up, King. I know about you and the women you date. You’re not good for Katrina.”