Hannah and the Hitman

Chapter 55

55

JACK

She stared at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. I had time to panic while she was in the shower. That she might wash the idea of an us down the drain and want to leave.

But my girl surprised me yet again. She wanted me. Dead bodies and all.

Since it was my job to keep her safe, we had to work on the one aspect of that I couldn’t control. Her superpowers. Yeah, they were real. I admitted it. I believed it.

Her teleporting to the grocery store and a fucking adult store wasn’t safe. Her ability to control disappearing from one place and ending up in another scared the shit out of me. I needed to know she could be on top of it, that it wasn’t a response but an intention.

“What?”

“Teleport to the bed. ”

“Why? It’s right over there,” she said, pointing past me into the master bedroom.

“Do you know how it works?”

“Kinda.”

“Do you know for sure you end up where you were thinking?”

“No.”

“Then we need to practice.”

“I’m not a witch casting spells.”

I reached out, grabbed a fluffy towel, and started drying her. “Gorgeous, you kinda are.”

“I am not a witch.”

I smirked, amused she didn’t seem to like that term. “I need to keep you safe, and I won’t have you ending up somewhere random where I can’t be there to protect you.”

Perhaps my words were laced with a hint of desperation and possessiveness. I didn’t give a shit. I took care of what was mine.

Her shoulders relaxed and she sighed. “Fine. But I need clothes for this.”