Page 2 of Hannah and the Hitman

The chub was gone.

“Can you put this in the overhead for me, please?” I heard her ask.

“Sure, doll,” Eyebrows said again, making me wonder if he knew how to talk to the ladies.

He stepped back to make room for the bag, but the woman started hefting it herself. “Oh, um… it’s not as hard as I thought. That’s weird. Nevermind.”

I took in her ass once more–as amazing as the first time–as she stretched and set the wheeled suitcase into the overhead. Eyebrows put his hand on it and helped her shove it the last few inches into place.

She slid into her seat and Eyebrows followed.

The woman–who I could now see had dark hair and a pert nose, leaned forward and shoved a backpack under the seat in front of her. Over her stooped back, I couldn’tmiss how the guys were eyeing the sliver of skin above her jeans where her t-shirt rode up.

While they couldn’t kill anyone on the flight, I wouldn’t put it past them to bother the woman wedged in the center seat between them. As amusement. I watched as they crowded her as she settled in, took away both her armrests and had their elbows pressing into her on each side as she set a book in her lap.

“Oh, um. You two are big,” she commented, glancing between them warily. “Can I maybe, um… armrest? No? Okay.”

She sneezed.

The assholes grinned.

Yeah, no innocent woman belonged stuck between two Reggiano goons. Shewasinnocent, that was for sure. It was statistically impossible for her toalsobe a killer, right?

She squirmed, then reached to pull the seatbelt from beneath her, which forced her to shift and her tits–fuck were they high and full beneath her t-shirt that readMy TBR is Bigger Than Yours,whatever the hell that meant—pressed unintentionally into Eyebrows’ arm.

He leered and reached down to adjust his dick in his pants. I growled, loud enough that her gaze skirted around Eyebrows’ barrel chest to meet mine across the aisle. At our continued staring, her cheeks turned pink. Her lips were plump and kissable. Hair a little wild. Freckles across her nose. If she had on more than shiny lip gloss, then it was really fucking subtle. She didn’t need it. She was the girl next door and every one of my darkest fantasies settled uncomfortably in seat 7B.

Yeah, she was innocent. Sweet. I didn’t do sweet andinnocent when it came to women, or at least one who looked like she baked cookies with her grandmother and went to brunch with girlfriends after yoga on Saturday mornings. Hell, I didn’t have much time foranykind of woman. Or relationship. Sure, I was employed. Owned my own place. Had a very hefty savings account. I was thirty-three and had all my hair.

On paper, I was a catch.

But I killed people for a living.

Not many women were down for that.

This woman? She had no clue that she was seated between two bad men. While I’d probably racked up more kills than Eyebrows and Joey Brains, I only killed bad guys. Those who very much deserved to die. I was discriminate. I had a code.

Those two fuckers Eyebrows and Joey Brains? Zero code. Zero morals.

I popped my seat belt. Stood. A teenager with a hoodie and huge headphones took one look at me on his way down the aisle, then scurried past.

“Move,” I growled at Eyebrows, adding a jerk of my thumb.

He looked up. “What the fuck?”

I leaned in. “There’s a kid in the row behind you. Watch it with the swearing.” See? I had morals. “And the woman next to you did actually pay for an armrest.”

“What the f–heck crawled up your ass and died?” Eyebrows asked, standing, his unibrow arching across his forehead. I was taller and broader than him, but he played dirty, which meant I didn’t trust him as far as I could throwhim, which wasn’t even a foot on a plane like this. Man, I hated flying commercial, too.

The answer to Eyebrows’ question was easy. Being stuck with these two meatheads and knowing this one knew what the woman’s tits felt like. If anyone was going to know, it was me.

“You. Here.” I pointed to my now-empty seat.

Eyebrows settled into my spot with a huff.

For the first time, the woman’s eyes met mine. It was like an electric current sizzled between us, even though she looked up at me wide eyed, completely confused.

It was strange as fuck.

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