Page 30 of Unravelling The Hitman: A BWWM Romance

“Already called the marina, Boss.”

The corners of Deacon’s lips curled up. “I can always count on you.”

“The least I can do.”

Deacon strode forward. “Forget about what happened today. It all worked out.”

“I’ll still make it up to you.” Rasheed gestured to me. “Do you want me to carry your bag?”

“I’ve got it!” Humphries dove for my pouch like it was gold. He tore it from my fingers and hoisted it in the air. It tumbled like a sack, the ugliest trophy.

Everyone shifted from awkwardness.

“Okay then.” Deacon jerked his head to the door.

We followed him into the twilight and out toward a private marina nearby. The security at the front gate greeted us warmly as he let us in. I saw Reid waving at him and the guy waving back.

Looked like they frequented this place.

Our footsteps pattered against the wooden pier. My gaze caught and snagged on the gorgeous horizon. Moonlight spilled over black waters. A cool breeze shifted through the trees and created its own, magical melody.

“This way,” Deacon said, putting his hand on the small of my back when I lagged behind.

His touch sparked electricity in my spine that travelled all the way to my toes. I straightened and leaned away from him to keep that from happening again.

Deacon didn’t seem to notice.

He led us to a beautiful vessel. I had absolutely zero knowledge about boats, but it was shiny and sturdy-looking. Which was all I needed to know.

Humphries helped me into the boat and we found a seat near the stern. I wiggled my fingers toward Reid, who looked adorable in the life jacket Deacon put on.

“Do you need me to hold him?” I asked.

“Wear this life jacket first.” With Reid in one hand, Deacon approached and slipped one of my arms into the safety vest.

I breathlessly finished the rest.

“What about me?” Humphries demanded.

Deacon tossed him a life vest. It caught him in the chest and bounced away, landing on the ground. “There,” Deacon said without a backward glance.

Humphries glared at him.

I pulled my lips in to keep from laughing.

Deacon turned to me. Moonlight spilled over his short haircut and turned his green eyes to burning silver. “Are you ready?”

I averted my gaze and reached for the baby.

Deacon held him back, forcing me to look at his face. I noticed how close we were and shivered. In the dimness, he looked like a rogue pirate. Like someone who could hurt my body and my heart.

Do you want to be my hostage, Angel?

The answer to that question, beyond all reasonable doubt, was veering close to ‘yes’. I didn’t know if I should voice that or not.

Probably not.

Definitely not.

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