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Chapter 376
Chapter 376:
Hanging from the very top of the prize rack was a massive, incredibly fluffy vintage rabbit plush, holding a bright orange carrot. A large tag pinned to its ear read: Grand Prize — Not For Sale.
Easton turned his head and looked at June. “Do you like the rabbit p>
June looked up at the toy. A sudden, sharp memory of a cheap stuffed rabbit her father had bought her before the car crash flashed through her mind. Her cold eyes softened.
Easton caught the emotional shift instantly.
He stepped up to the counter and pulled a fifty-dollar bill from his money clip. “I’ll take a turn,” he told the vendor.
The vendor, a gruff man in a baseball cap, rolled his eyes. He glanced at Easton’s expensive watch and smirked, clearly assuming this was just another rich man trying to impress his date.
𝖢𝘩𝗶𝘯𝖾𝘀𝘦 𝗻о𝗏𝖾𝘭𝘴 𝗍𝘳a𝘯𝗌lа𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼ո
He handed Easton the heavy, modified air rifle.
Easton did not hesitate. He lifted the rifle and pressed the stock firmly against his shoulder. His posture shifted into absolute, military-grade precision.
Crack!
The first shot rang out. The small metal target at the back of the booth flipped backward instantly — a perfect bullseye.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Easton fired the next nine shots in rapid, flawless succession, not pausing once to adjust his aim. Every single pellet hit dead center. Ten shots. Ten perfect bullseyes.
The vendor’s jaw dropped. He stared at the flattened targets in disbelief.
Easton calmly lowered the rifle and set it on the counter. He looked at the vendor with a polite, expectant smile.
“Now,” Easton said smoothly. “Can we discuss the transfer of ownership for that rabbit p>
The vendor grumbled under his breath, grabbed a long pole, and reluctantly unhooked the massive vintage rabbit from its perch. He handed it over the counter.
Easton turned around. He took the giant, fluffy rabbit and held it easily in the crook of his left arm.
June stood leaning on her crutch, looking up at him, her eyes wide with genuine, unmasked surprise.
Easton looked down at her expression. He couldn’t help it.
He threw his head back and laughed — a deep, rich, masculine sound that cut cleanly through the noise of the carnival.
June watched the pure, unfiltered joy in his eyes. The corners of her mouth twitched.
Slowly, completely against her will, her lips curved upward.
The distance between them vanished in the warmth of that single moment.
June smiled, watching the powerful lawyer navigate the crowd with a giant rabbit tucked under his arm. They were laughing quietly, trading stories about the brutal exams they had both survived in graduate school. The atmosphere was easy and light.
But Manhattan weather was notoriously unpredictable.
One second, the sun was shining. The next, a massive, dark wall of storm clouds rolled over the skyline and swallowed the light entirely.
Without a single drop of warning, the sky ripped open.
Thick, heavy bullets of freezing rain smashed into the pavement. Within seconds, it was a torrential, blinding downpour.
The carnival crowd erupted into panicked screams and scattered in every direction to find cover.