Himbo Hitman

by Saxon James

Owning a labradoodle was obviously his cover.

Hospitals are boring. I’m drugged up, hooked to machines, and accumulating debt faster than a rat on an exercise wheel.

“You weren’t a terrible hitman, Perry.” At first, I think he’s being sweet. “You weren’t a hitman—period. You couldn’t even kill the bad guy.” “I was gonna.” And I’m seventy-three percent sure that’s the truth. “But Arlie got there first.”

“Hey, does this mean I’m cupid? I mean, I shot you and now you’re in love with me, so⁠—” “You’re not cupid.” “Are you sure? I think there’s an argument there.” I give in and humor him, because how can I not? He’s singlehandedly the most ridiculous person I’ve ever met, and it’s my favorite thing about him. “It was love at first shot.”

Perry Nikov is himbo husband material. And he’s all mine.

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