Brylee Skinner

“IT’S A QUARTER till three when I pull up to her bar. Hers is the only car left in the parking lot. Getting out of mine, I walk up to the back door and enter. Grinding my teeth, I’m irritated that she leaves it unlocked. That’s not fucking safe. I walk down the long hallway and come to a stop when I see her standing behind the bar, cleaning it off with a towel, softly humming to herself. She turns and jumps, letting out a scream when she spots me. “Jesus, Cross.” Her hand goes to her chest. “What the fuck are you doing? Creeping?” “Well, if you’d lock your door …” “Don’t start with me.” She slaps the towel on the bar. “I’m not in the mood.” Then she disappears into the cooler.”
― Shantel Tessier, Cross

“Haven and Alexa had taken April to the hospital. Grave ran out of there so fast we couldn’t keep up. Once we arrived at the hospital, we found out April had lost the baby.”
― Shantel Tessier, Cross

“Your assistant at Tit for Tat?” Emilee is the one who speaks. “She was very rude to me that one time I was looking for you.” She crosses her arms over her chest at that memory when she was trying to find the Palace suite. “She acted like I was going to fuck you right then and there in your shop when I just needed help finding Titan.” I watch Jasmine tense. She and April both know about Alexa and me. So, they think I’m fucking both of them. Why do I want to correct them? Biting my tongue, I decide now is not the time. I need to tell Grave first and not in front of everyone. After his fight, I’ll get him alone and fill him in. Grave adds, “Yeah, Rachel’s had a thing for him ever since Cross hired her.” He shakes his head with a laugh. “I told him not to fuck her, but he couldn’t resist.” Fuck! Titan’s eyes go back and forth between Alexa and me, but she’s no longer looking at me. Her eyes are back down on her cell, and she’s typing away. It better not be to fucking Mitch. “Grave …” April stands in front of him, patting his legs. “It’s none of our business who Cross gets with.” He just laughs as she tries to divert the conversation.”
― Shantel Tessier, Cross

“They are having a girls’ night—whatever that consists of—and I plan on crashing it and taking her home.”
― Shantel Tessier, Cross