Page 95 of Fiona and the Fixer

The dog hopped into the back seat, came over to sniff my face, then sat down.

Dottie climbed into the passenger seat. “Let’s get some drinks and talk.”

“It’s nine in the morning.”

“Mimosas. It’s got orange juice in it.”

She had me there.

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“Two maple,a strawberry with sprinkles, a bear claw, and–”

“You’re in big trouble, mister.”

I whipped my head around at Hannah’s voice and the way her finger poked into my arm.

“What the hell?” I muttered, blinking and totally confused.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Jack said, leaning down to kiss Hannah. “This is a surprise.”

Um, what the hell? Either she snuck in nice and quiet, or Hannah magically appeared. Either way certainly messed with my donut focus. “How did you get here?”

She went up on her tiptoes and whispered, “Besides the strength thing, I can also teleport.”

My eyes widened and I studied her open and earnest face. “What?”

“You heard me.”

I spoke slowly and clearly so she knew it sounded ridiculous. And also, unbelievable. Yet here she was. “You. Can. Teleport.”

She nodded.

“Because of the radiation.”

She nodded again.

“Fiona said she wanted to meet you and share experiences with radiation treatment, but I didn’t think it meant bionic hearing, strength, and teleportation.”

“Yeah, well, don’t underestimate women. And oh, Fiona heardyou,” Hannah countered.

The teenager with goth black hair behind the counter cleared her throat impatiently.

“Got a bear claw?” I asked.

She nodded.

“One of those plus two crullers and a lemon filled.”

I tapped my phone to pay, then the three of us moved out of the way to wait for the order to be boxed.

“Can we circle back to the teleport thing again? What do you meanteleport?” I whispered. “And why didn’t you tell me?”

“There are no variations to that word,” Hannah said, poking me in the chest. “I was somewhere else and now I’m here to tell you you’re in big trouble.”

I frowned. “What? Why?”

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