Page 6 of Unravelling The Hitman: A BWWM Romance

Before I could decide, something to the right caught my eye.

An adorable baby stumbled to the sidewalk. He had olive-colored skin and thick, curly brown hair. His stubby, little arms pumped up and down as he giggled and charged ahead.

My tender-hearted ‘aw’ turned to ‘no, no, no’ when I noticed the kid heading into the middle of the street.

A golf-cart rounded the bend and plowed forward, hurtling toward him.

Horror turned my veins to ice. My body seized and I hesitated, faltering between fear and helplessness.

At that speed, the driver wouldn’t notice the little boy waddling around in the middle of the road and, even if he did, pumping on the brakes wouldn’t do any good.

Panic hijacked my heart.

Sweat beaded on my temple and dripped down my cheek.

Are you just gonna stand there, Angel?

Screaming like a banshee, I sprinted into the line of traffic. A cyclist rang his bell, but I ignored him, my focus on the child.

The clatter of metal and flesh resounded behind me. A quick peek from the corner of my eye revealed a man with his legs tangled in his bicycle.

I cringed, biting down hard on my bottom lip. Even as I inwardly flailed, my feet nimbly leaped forward. I noticed the golf cart was only a few feet away from the kid now.

Tourists were stopping and taking notice.

Someone shouted in alarm and pointed.

The kid.

They’d seen the kid.

I gathered my strength and took one last jump forward, rolling inches away from the child. Scooping the toddler up in my arms, I used the last of my energy to throw myself out of harm’s way, landing on my back and keeping him on top of me.

The impact knocked the wind out of my body. I kept my fingers clamped over the baby’s neck, holding him close to my chest so the windfall didn’t slam his cranium against my bones.

Applause broke out from the crowd while the baby I’d just saved started bawling his head off. I struggled to sit up and catch my breath while soothing him.

“Sh, sh. It’s okay.” I rubbed his back. Up close, I saw that his eyes were a startling green. Like the palms of a coconut tree leaf when it captured the sunlight. Rich, gorgeous emerald.

Could that be real?

Why would a baby be wearing contacts, Angel?

Tears spilled down Green Eye’s cheeks and his little body trembled. Mouth open, he wailed at a volume that threatened to shatter both eardrums and summon lightning from the sky.

“Reid!” a frantic voice yelled. A moment later, footsteps clattered against the sand.

The golf cart door opened and slammed shut. An elderly Caucasian man stepped out. “Ma’am, are you alright?”

“Does it look like I’m alright?” I snapped.

Footsteps clattered toward me.

The kid yelled out a word that sounded like ‘Smokey’.

A moment later, I felt a weight disappear from my stomach and whipped my head around.

Someone had taken the kid from me.

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