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“That is so fucking cool,” she said, grinning.
“It is if you’re not being strangled by a bad guy, really are a superhero and know what the heck you’re doing. Can we talk about this later? I need to go save Jack. Oh, God. Do you think the bad guy’s still in the library?”
“Pfft.” She waved her hand. “No way does he stick around after a woman disappears from his chokehold. I bet he’s off to see his shrink right now.”
“No one’s working right now. The library’s unlocked.”
She went around her desk, pulled her purse from the drawer and grabbed her keys.
“Sweetie, it’s the library,” she said, handing them to me. “Everything is free. No one’s going to steal books.”
I exhaled. “Good point.” I could deal with an unlocked library later. “Thanks for these.”
I held up the keys and they jingled.
“Why don’t you teleport to Denver and save on gas?”
“I ended up in thegrocery store.Where would I end up if I did it again? And how do I even do it again?”
“Do you want me to strangle you to find out?”
“No!”
“Hey, Han? Remember when we were drinking lots of wine last week and I said you could save yourself?”
I nodded.
“This isn’t exactly what I meant, but it’s really cool.”
Cool. I was almost murdered, and I could teleport to the grocery store. I didn’t exactly think it wascool.
41
JACK
I pulled into my spot in the garage beneath my building, then climbed from my SUV.
I adjusted my suit jacket, then did the front button. This morning after Hannah left, I’d gone with Dax on a little money gathering job. But the guy had surprised us and had the cash he owed in hand. Dax seemed a little disappointed he didn’t need to use the garden shears twice in one week. Since no amputation was required, it made for quick work. We’d grabbed lunch after delivering the loan payment.
Now I had a few hours to kill before I went to meet Hannah. She told me she wanted to cook me dinner. I had to decide if I wanted to feast on her before or after the meal. Maybe both.
A car came into the garage, tires squealing on the concrete. Instinctively, I reached behind my back for mygun. When the car slammed on the brakes, I saw who was behind the wheel and I let my jacket fall back in place.
Hannah. Something was up. Her eyes were frantic, and it wasn’t her car. I also didn’t take her for a NASCAR driving type.
She hopped out and I cut across the lot to get to her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, cupping her cheek, my gaze raking over her to make sure she was okay.
She swallowed hard, then licked her lips. “I, um, think someone might try to kill you.”
I blinked at her. My sweet girl and the words she said didn’t match.
“What?”
“She’s right.”
A man’s voice came from behind Hannah. Eyebrows appeared from behind one of the concrete pillars. I tried to grab her and pull her behind me, but she shrugged out of my hold.