Page 91 of Fiona and the Fixer

He shrugged again. Damn his casual attitude! This was a big deal to me. It was a part of me and while crazy, I hoped he had faith in me.

“Then prove it,” he said. “I’ll go outside and talk. Text me what I’m saying.”

I didn’t like that I had to prove anything, especially to him, but last year before my brain tumor, if someone told metheyhad bionic hearing, I’d be doubtful, too.

He wasn’t asking Hannah to prove she could power lift. Based on his words, he’d seen her in action, although I couldn’t imagine what he thought happened in a Pilates class if he saw her lift a refrigerator or something.

I nodded. “Sure.” I didn’t have much choice.

He waved his phone, prompting me to do as he said, then went out the front door.

“I’ll go with him,” Jack offered, following only a few seconds behind.

The testosterone those two had could make women ovulate by being in the same room.

Hannah dropped onto one of the kitchen stools and took a sip of her coffee. “I had a meningioma. What’d you have?”

I hadn’t heard of that before. I’d have to look it up.

“Acoustic neuroma. I… started hearing really, really well a few months ago. When I got the letter, I knew it was because of the machine.”

“Me, too! I mean, not hearing really well, but I was so excited when I got the letter in the mail, too! It answered so many questions.”

I agreed. “This was why I came here, to meet you and find out if I wasn’t alone.”

She reached out and took my hand. Smiled. “I’m glad you came. You’re not alone. And I can do more than lift things.”

“Oh?”

She nodded. “I can teleport, too.”

I blinked and stared and blinked some more. “Teleport?Like inStar Trek?”

She smirked, seemingly pleased with the newfound skill. “Yeah.”

I arched a brow. “Um, Jack knows?”

She laughed. “Oh yeah. Dax doesn’t though. Not because he wouldn’t be down for it, but it’s extra crazy to explain. You know, here one second, gone the next.” She flicked open her hands like an explosion. “Poof.”

“Uh, yeah.” I could only imagine.

It was impossible for me to miss the deep rumble of Dax’s voice. The two words he said.

I grabbed my cell and sent him a text.

Peanut butter.

“Dax?” Hannah asked, watching me.

I nodded. She abandoned her seat and came around the counter to look at the text. “Peanut butter?”

All was quiet for about ten seconds. Then I heard him again and I had to chuckle.

Canadian steel imports.

“What on earth?” Hannah whispered when I typed the three words.

Then again, after a little while. I had to laugh and shake my head.

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