Before Sin by M. Malone & Nana Malone

Author:M. Malone & Nana Malone [Malone, M. & Malone, Nana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Malone Squared
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

8

“Honestly, there's nothing more attractive than a man with a baby."

I tried to ignore the pretty brunette behind the counter as she ogled me. Izzy was squirming in her cloth holder thing, and I tried to adjust the Baby Hawk holder more securely around her.

Lucia had warned me wearing Izzy would be a chick magnet. It was my own damn fault for not taking the stroller. But this was the easiest way to get Izzy to sleep. Good old-fashioned heartbeat sounds. White noise. I gave the brunette a wan smile and a nod as I tried to make my escape.

She grinned back. "I hope you're here next time too. You're not the daddy, right?"

I had to forcibly keep myself from rolling my eyes "No, love. Just an uncle."

Her eyes went wide. "You’re British.”

I sighed. “How’d you guess?”

She giggled as if I’d said the funniest thing she’d heard all morning. Which was ridiculous, because honestly, I wasn’t that funny. The piece-de-résistance was when she exaggeratedly licked her lips, like I was a steak. “A single uncle?"

I cleared my throat. "It's complicated."

She threw her hands up. "Oh my God, why are the good ones always taken?"

Yeah, all right, I deliberately misled her. I didn't want to get embroiled in some long conversation about how I didn't date and consequently make myself seem like some kind of challenge.

That was last thing I needed. I gave the brunette a wave and then made my escape into the sunshine. Izzy happily sputtered against my chest as we walked.

The day was nice and warm. But still I worried about her little toes. It was spring. And she had her little booties on. But still.

Was this what it was like to be a parent? Constantly worrying if little ones were too cold or too hot? I knew that Izzy liked it cool. She liked to sleep with the window open slightly. Was she too hot now?

This was exhausting. Reason number seven hundred twenty-two why I could not be a parent.

Oh so that's a reason? And not the fact that you sometimes become a homicidal killer?

Details.

Outside of the Mommy and Me class, I walked down to the coffee cart, and I grabbed my usual coffee and a snack for me and Izzy. I broke off part of the biscotti, and she grabbed it with a dimpled little fist. She gnawed on it happily, and I was careful not to get any crumbs on her as we walked.

It wasn't until we made a left at the next street that I felt it. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing at attention, and there was a slight shift in the air around us. Of course scientists would tell you that there is no such thing as a sixth sense, but any assassin would tell you, you just knew.

Someone was tailing me.

I kept calm. There was no reason for alarm just yet. I ditched the coffee in the nearest trash can and also made a point of glancing in the mirror at the storefront.

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