Page 60 of Hannah and the Hitman

Brittany set her tools on the tray, and I followed her down the hall to her office as she ripped off her gloves and tossed them into a trash can.

She shut the door behind her and leaned against it. “What do you mean you teleported?” Her voice was a whisper, even though we were alone.

I flung up my arms. “I have no idea!” I hissed. “One second I was being strangled, the next I was in the grocery store.”

“Why the store?”

“That’syour question? Not, why was I being strangled?”

“Good point. Are you okay? Your neck is all red. Jesus, that’s scary as hell.”

I nodded, touching the spot where the man had grabbed me. “It was one of the men traveling on the plane with Jack.”

“What?” Her eyes widened. “He wants you dead?”

“Jack?” I shook my head. “I think someone wantshimdead.”

“Then why go after you?”

“He said Jack was taking too much interest in me.”

“Why does that matter?”

“I have no idea, but I need to go to Jack and warn him.”

“Are you sure? I mean, what if he sent the man? God, you could be dating a murderer!”

“I told you that all along!” I said, my voice rising. “You and Mrs. Metcalf didn’t care.”

“Right, well, clearly, we can make mistakes. But, Han, he can’t want you dead. He went to your parents’ house for dinner. He’s literally been wooing you.”

“We had sex. Lots and lots of really good, really naughty sex.”

Her eyes lit up like I told her I was the Tooth Fairy.

“That’s my girl.” She thought for a moment. “Why would Jack do all that–and sleep with you–then want you dead? He could find someone to kill more conveniently located in Denver without all the fuss.”

“Have you heard yourself?”

She shrugged. “It’s true. If he was going to kill you, all I’m saying is he wouldn’t introduce himself to your family. And shut down a source for really great sex.”

“I got that. Now you’re saying he’s a good guy again?”

She sighed. Shrugged. “Yes. I’m Team Jack the Orgasm Giver. He put a spring in your step and a smile on your face these last few days. He’s a keeper.”

I nodded, itching to get to Jack. “Good, I have to go. Where are your keys?”

“Not so fast, Wonder Woman. What’s this with teleporting? That’s fucking insane.”

“I don’t know!”

“You went from the library to the–”

“Grocery store.”

“That’s weird. What did you do to make it happen? Did it hurt?”

“Did ithurt? No, it didn’t hurt. The guy was strangling me. I was freaked and mad and… bam.”