Page 56 of Unravelling The Hitman: A BWWM Romance

“Dada!” Green eyes bright, he waved at me.

I understood the silent instruction and picked him up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He patted my head and then wiggled to be put down. I obliged and followed him as his tiny feet pattered to the kitchen.

Reid’s rumpled hair and wagging diaper-bum would have been enough to lift my mood, but I was unable to match his excitement.

“Come on, kiddo.” I swept him into my arms. “Let’s change your diaper and then we’ll have some breakfast. What do you think about pancakes?”

Reid remained still for his change but, as soon as I was done, he ran to his toy box.

“Great idea,” I said. “You play while I get this done.”

Wearily, I moved to the fridge and pulled out the milk and butter. I was on the way to the cupboard for flour when footsteps thumped up the stairs.

Hopeful, I turned and waited.

Angel’s head crested the staircase. Two more steps and she was on the landing.

I watched her, my heart creeping to my throat.

“I came back to say goodbye to Reid,” she grumbled without looking at me.

“Oh.” Disappointment seeped out of the word.

I was helpless to hide it.

Dropping her bag on the floor, Angel knelt in front of Reid and his toy box. He offered her his favorite stuffed dinosaur.

“Play?” he offered with a tilt of his head.

“I can’t stay for long.” She accepted it from him. “But thank you.”

Reid smiled sweetly and reached into the toy box again, already moving on to the next thing.

I watched Angel with my son. “You don’t have to go.”

“Humphries is downstairs.” She pretended to make conversation. “He said he spent the night at Miguel’s place. In case you care.”

“Play?” Reid handed Angel another toy.

“Thank you, baby.” She gave him a smile.

“Did you find Miguel?”

“Yes. He’s waiting for me downstairs.”

Reid placed another plush toy at her feet.

“I have to go,” Angel said to him, her voice quiet and sweet. “It was nice meeting you, Reid. Try to stay away from golf-carts.”

He laughed and ran away from her, hiding behind my legs.

At least it forced Angel to look at me.

“If you go home and change your mind, the offer still stands.”

She bobbed her head.

“Come on, Reid.” I picked up my son. “Let’s take Angel to the pier.”

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