Hannah and the Hitman

Epilogue #2

HANNAH

I ripped open the shower curtain and waved the letter in the air. “Read this!”

Jack stood beneath the hot spray. He was all lathered up with soap. Muscly, tattooed, soapy. I wasn’t immune.

“Coming in?” he asked. My shower was small, but we didn’t need much room. “Gorgeous, my face is up here.”

Yeah, I was staring at his dick, which was getting harder by the second.

“In a minute.” I blinked out of my dick-dazzled fugue. “It’s a form letter from the cancer center. It was in with the rest of the mail Brittany collected for me.”

He ran a hand over his face, wiping the droplets away. He studied me, probably to gauge how freaked out I was. He ignored the water. The soap on his skin. Everything but me. “Read it to me.”

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart. I’d already read it twice .

To whom it may concern:

We are writing to those who received radiation treatments at our facility between the dates of May 1st and May 7th. It has been determined that the treatments from the radiation machines in our facility, not limited to the linear accelerator, may have been affected by a maintenance issue. No impacts to procedures that occurred during that time are expected and no incidents during post-op appointments or follow up care have been reported. If you have any concerning issues or unusual side effects, please let us know immediately.

Sincerely,

Radiation Department, Cancer Center of the West

I looked up from the letter and waved it back and forth. “Our guess was right. It was the radiation. The superpowers. It has to be.”

“Your follow up appointments said everything was fine?” He was focusing on a different part of the letter than I was. That maybe I didn’t get the full dosage of radiation or that it didn’t do the job.

I nodded. “All clear.” I’d been panicked after the first read, but I had gone to a number of follow up appointments that all said the procedure worked as planned. “Maybe it’s like those letters where your credit has been compromised. There’s nothing I can do about the error, but the letter was sent to protect them from lawsuits.”

“Maybe. Well, definitely. Are you planning on telling them about your new abilities?”

My eyes widened, then shook my head. “No way.” I’d end up in a psych ward, most likely, or studied in an underground bunker somewhere. “But–” I bit my lip.

“But what?” He reached for the dial and turned off the water.

Absently, I handed him a towel and moved so he could step out of the tub and onto my bathmat. If it weren’t for the letter, I’d be shamelessly groping him right now.

“Who else got treated and now has superpowers?” I wondered. “Am I the only one?”

He ran the towel over his face, then over his torso. “You think there might be others?”

I scanned the paper, then looked to Jack. Was I the only one who could teleport outside of books, TV, and film? Did they have some other superpower? If so, what was it? Invisibility? Speed? Who were they? Were they as curious and confused as me? Were they reading the same letter right now and wondering the same thing?

“Maybe. I don’t know, but I’d love to find out.”

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