Page 67 of Unravelling The Hitman: A BWWM Romance

“I am.”

“Alright.”

“Make the arrangements, Doctor.” I gripped the cell phone, my chest tightening. “Money is no longer an object.”

“Angel… are you okay? You’re not in any trouble, are you?”

Reid smacked the lid of his baby chair.

I spun and slanted him a stern look.

He immediately settled down.

Turning back to the conversation, I assured the doctor. “Everything is fine. How soon can you have the papers ready?”

“I’ll have your father ready for transfer as soon as possible.”

“Perfect. And please, keep this a secret. They can never find out who’s really paying for Dad’s treatment.”

“Okay.”

I hung up and pumped my fist.

Reid watched me curiously.

I picked him up and spun him around. “How about we play outside to celebrate?”

He nodded happily.

I dressed Reid in a pair of swimming trunks, slathered him in sunscreen and headed outside.

A stretch of sandy beach welcomed us. Palm trees dotted the shore and waved their green leaves to a soca rhythm. Blue skies, dotted with puffy white clouds, unfurled above us. The sea was a cerulean blue.

Reid immediately took off. I ran beside him, unable to wipe the grin from my face.

Dad would be okay.

He’d be okay now.

Drawn from the noise Reid and I made as we splashed each other in the shallows, Miguel poked his head around the bend.

I waved.

He nodded before striding back to his house.

I got the sense that Deacon had left Miguel with strict instructions to check in on us without intruding.

To be honest, I wouldn’t mind getting to know the solemn worker. I’d already started looking up American Sign Language videos online. Soon, I’d hold a proper conversation with him.

Returning my attention to Reid, I smiled. “Are you ready to go back inside?”

He shook his head. “More.”

I obliged but, after another hour in the heat, I tore Reid away from the water. It was clear he loved playing in the Caribbean Sea, but I didn’t want him getting sick.

As we had done for the past two days, Reid took a bath and then ‘helped’ me cook. Which meant he banged pots around while I made us lunch.

Playing outside had tired him and Reid’s head started bobbing from drowsiness. I held him to my chest and took him to the living room, hoping to browse Netflix for a movie.

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