Page 68 of Cross Point

“If you two don’t stop it we might end up being the entertainment for the evening,” Jackson warned.

“I think you already are,” a deep voice said from behind them. They turned as one and saw Brody, Adam, Ford, and Olivia smile in greeting as they approached. Brody, the man who had spoken, greeted Jackson with a bump of their fists while Olivia hurried up to Trinity, leaving her men to fend for themselves.

“Hi, Trinity!” Olivia said. “Wow, I love that dress on you! You look absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you. You look gorgeous as always,” Trinity said as she eyed the other woman’s beautiful dress. The strapless gown was a deep sapphire color made of a flowing material that looked like silk overlaid with chiffon and a shimmering crystallized bodice that drew the eye. “Is that one of your designs?”

“It is.”

“I’m definitely going to have to come shopping there soon,” Trinity said. “If you have any really naughty outfits, make sure to put them aside for me.”

Olivia laughed. “Will do.”

Trinity eyed her new friend. Olivia had been in a car accident earlier that week, but she showed no signs of trauma. In fact, she looked blissfully happy. “I heard you had a pretty rough week. How are you holding up?”

“I was just a little bruised and banged up, but my guys acted like I was dying. They really have been wonderful,” Olivia answered with a smile. “I barely have to lift a finger before one of them is rushing over to do it for me.”

“Good. They should pamper you.” Trinity could tell that Olivia loved her men, and by the way all three of her men couldn’t take their eyes off of her, they obviously loved Olivia just as much. “You know, for a small island this place is sure entertaining.”

Olivia’s laughter filled the air. “I know what you mean. Speaking of entertainment, you ready to be auctioned off tonight?”

Maxwell’s head whipped around. “What did you say?”

Trinity wanted to groan. She had completely forgotten about the auction bid Rosie had finagled out of her. Truthfully, she had been trying to block it out.

“Katrina?” Jackson growled.

Did he really think saying her name like that was going to do anything but make her hot and wet? She wanted to laugh but thought better as she took in her men’s scowling faces.

Olivia shot her a sympathetic look as she grabbed two of her men’s arms. “Let’s go.”

“Aw, wait. It was just getting good,” Ford West protested.

“Okay, so maybe I forgot to tell you that a woman named Rosie talked me into being a part of this auction thing,” Trinity said.

“What do you mean, you forgot?” Maxwell asked.

“What exactly did you agree to auction off?” Jackson glared at her. He was familiar with the way Rosie Abbas rolled over people and didn’t like this turn of events.

“I don’t even remember. Look, food! We should probably take our seats.”

She quickly moved away from them and headed toward a table off to the side. It was ingrained in her to take one of the seats that was closest to the wall so her back was protected and sat down. She sighed as Jackson scowled at a couple that had been planning to sit at their table, causing them to scamper off as fast as their feet could take them.

“Stop glaring. You’re scaring people away.”

“Then they can sit somewhere else,” he snapped.

She huffed out a breath and turned to Maxwell. “Are you doing anything for this auction?”

“Well, yes. We are donating a suite here at the resort and a spa package. But—”

“Nope.” She made a cutting motion with her hand. “That’s it. You didn’t tell us about that, so you can’t get mad at me.”

“I can be mad at both of you,” Jackson muttered.

“Aww, you’re cute when you pout.” Trinity grabbed Jackson by the nape of his neck and kissed him hard.

“Enough of that. We’re going to be eating soon,” a man said as approached their table with Elodie Simmons, the owner of the ice cream parlor, and another man who looked vaguely familiar.

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