Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
I sit back on my haunches. Her smile is brighter than the sun. “I wish you had more things to recover so I could put this expression on your face every day.”
The smile turns impish. “You put a better one on my face this morning.”
“Oh, I did, didn’t I?” I can feel my damned chest swell. “Maybe we should go back to the hotel so I can see it again.”
I rise and pick her up in my arms. There are probably a dozen cameras on us.
“I thought the first rule of hitmen is to not cause a scene,” she murmurs against my neck as I walk out of the park.
“I’m on vacation, and I’m wearing a hat.”
“What about the mark you took care of when we first got here?”
“That was on the first day. We’ve been here two weeks,” I protest.
“Mercy is going to be mad.”
I hike Georgia up higher. “I’m using you as my shield.”
“Against the photographs or Mercy?”
“Both.”
She throws back her head and laughs. I love that sound as much as the ones she makes in the bedroom. All of her sounds—her sighs, her moans, her cries are the only music I want to hear for the rest of my life. “I love you, starlight. You know that, right?”
She tightens her grip around my neck. “I do. I love you right back and not just because you spent five years hunting down this jewelry that was nearly stolen by a pickpocket but because you’re everything I ever wanted in a man.”
My pace picks up. “Even though I’m a hitman?”
“Who always gets his mark,” she reminds me.
That’s true. I’ve never failed. Not even when the mark was love.