Free Savage Secrets (Titan #6) by Cristin Harber Page B

matter.”
    God, he was shaky. And wired. And losing his damn mind.
    She cut a glare at him that clean sliced through him. “Why are you so freaked out?”
    Good question. “It’s a trust thing. Doesn’t matter though.”
    “Trust. Ha.” She threw her head back. “And you’ve laid all your cards on the table? You’re pissed because you think I checked up on you, and what? Didn’t tell you? Waste of my time.”
    A professional intelligence gatherer had her hands on him, and she was too hot for him to say no. “You’ve worked me over since I met you. Hell, Cat, at least own up to it.”
    She smirked at him. “Says the guy who ran off on me today and won’t tell me why.”
    “It’s need to know. And you don’t.” No one did. “End of discussion.”
    Hurt flinched across her face. Piece of shit, dude. You’re a POS . “Fuck.” Rocco scrubbed a hand over his forehead and into his hair. “Cat.”
    The Spanish tirade started. She took a step forward, another and another until a finger poked him in the chest, and her mouth was moving a mile a minute.
    “I have no idea what you’re saying.”
    She kept going. Probably calling him every name she could think of.
    “Cat.”
    The tip of her finger poked his chest over and over. Damn, she had a point. How could he expect her to be totally honest with him when he was hiding a huge secret?
    “Kitten.”
    That just made her angrier. Her words gained speed, volume, and fury.
    “Oh for Christ sakes. Ay carrumba, chimichanga. I have no idea what you’re saying, but shut your pretty pie hole.”
    Her mouth froze, mid-foreign curse. She blinked and closed her mouth, almost delicately, which was funny, given the tizzy she’d been in. “ Chimichanga ?”
    Yeah, no shit. Chimichanga? He was one bullet short of a full clip tonight. “Got your attention, didn’t I?”
    “Pie hole?” Her voice teased
    “ Pretty . Pretty pie hole.”
    Caterina covered her mouth, failing to hide a grin. She turned away and looked back without turning her head, trying to not laugh and failing. “You’re a piece of work.”
    He shrugged, just to make her smile again. “Better than a piece of shit, I guess.”
    “Ah, you’re a funny guy, Rocco Savage.”
    “Shhh. Daniel Locke.” He stepped closer, mimicking her earlier in the hotel room. “First kiss. First fight—” His phone rang, and she smacked his chest. Not many had his number, so he grabbed it, checking the screen. “Saved by Boss Man.”

CHAPTER TEN
     
    Rocco and Caterina walked out of the bar as Rocco answered the call.
    Jared spoke before Rocco even said hello. “Parker pulled a miracle out of his ass. Might as well start looking for the British equivalent of Cuban cigars because you’re gonna owe him. Big.”
    Well, hello, good news. About time you showed up. “El Mateperros is ready to meet us?”
    Caterina’s brows raised, and she mouthed, “ really ?”
    Jared grumbled. “Bigger.”
    Rocco shook his head at her. What was bigger than that? Supplies were, and more supplies made him a happy operative. “Sugar filled my shopping list of guns and ammo, and I can pick up my goods in the morning.”
    Caterina rolled her eyes as they boarded the elevator.
    What was that about ?
    Jared continued, “Almost, but not why I’m calling. But you should know the girls talked. Not sure how that turned out. You know Sugar. No telling how Caterina took her.”
    Maybe that’s where the tattoo tidbit came from? What would Sugar have said? Something about his ex? Sugar was hit and miss in the nicety department. Maybe that was Cat’s problem? Girls liked to chat. So she got busted gossiping? That was the issue?
    Rocco looked at Cat. Her arms were crossed, and a textbook mildly annoyed was painted across her face. Yeah, he might have to dig into the Sugar-Caterina connection. They arrived on their floor, but he hung back in the hall because when he walked into their hotel room, he didn’t want Jared on his mind, but rather