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uniform. She didn’t need delusions of grandeur put in her head by a man who had no idea what it was like to roam the world without powers.
    What did he think he was doing? Zipping into her life and twisting her into a pretzel before leaving just as quickly, no doubt. And the kiss…God, the man could kiss. She could feel him now, lips soft on hers, testing, waiting for her to respond. And she’d responded all right.
    Muttering an expletive, she smashed her fist into her pillow and reformed it into a slightly more comfortable lump.
    She had just drifted off into a doze when her cell phone chirped. Not bothering to look at the number, she threw off the covers and grabbed what she’d mentally named her “practical” superhero outfit. Black pants and a matching jacket, she’d blend perfectly with Justice and his dark ensemble. The outfit was made with leather, along with something that felt similar to canvas, and lined in cotton. It was comfortable, thoroughly practical, and in her opinion, pretty damn boring, which is why she’d never worn it other than to try it on in the store. Even now it was difficult to admit to herself that she’d bought it just in case she ever needed to actually run around like a real superhero.
    Lame.
    Ignoring her thudding heart, Brenda moved to answer the pounding at her front door. Justice stood, framed perfectly in the doorway with the low lighting of the hallway hiding his expression, as enigmatic as only a superhero could be.
    He didn’t say anything for a moment, and though she couldn’t see his face, shadowed as it was, she felt his gaze moving up and down her body, burning her as they took her in.
    “Let’s go,” he said, and then without waiting for her, he pushed from the doorway and headed down the hall.
    “No need to wait,” she muttered, giving the empty doorway an exasperated glare. She grabbed a hair tie from the coffee table, pulled her hair back into a quick ponytail and jogged to catch up. “Nice to see you were actually able to find my apartment tonight,” she called after him.
    He ignored her comment, if he’d even heard her. By the time she’d caught up to him, he was at the top of the stairwell, at the opposite end of the hall from her door.
    “So where are we going exactly? Another bank?”
    “No, not a bank this time. He hit a store.” Justice didn’t slow his pace as he spoke, if anything, he seemed to speed up.
    “A store? Why would he hit a store? I can’t think of a store that would have enough money in it to justify going there instead of a bank. What store?”
    “A small mom-and-pop operation. But it’s not the store he was after, it was the mayor.”
    “The mayor,” she echoed. She didn’t need him to explain why, but he did anyway.
    “He’s asking the city of Chicago to cough up ten million dollars or he’ll kill him.”
    “Ten million seems…low.”
    Justice stopped at that and gaped at her. “It seems low? This misfit has kidnapped the damn mayor and that’s all you have to say about it?”
    “Well, that’s not all I have to say about it.” She glared back at him and crossed her arms. “I’m not saying this isn’t a big deal or anything, I was just wondering why he didn’t ask for more.”
    Justice opened his mouth, and then snapped it shut. He turned and headed down the stairs at an even faster pace than before. They hit the lobby before he spoke again.
    “You’re right,” he said, and the words came out like they were dragged out with a winch. “It does seem low. But he’s new—Howler, I mean. Maybe he doesn’t realize how much he could have asked for.”
    “Maybe…”
    Justice grunted
    The button on his key ring clicked as he unlocked the Porsche. Somewhere between the lobby and where he’d parked just down the street from her entrance—illegally, she noticed—Justice had hit an all-out run, and Brenda muttered a quick thanks to her treadmill for keeping her in shape so she wasn’t out of breath from the short