Superpowered Love 3 -Nobody's Hero by Katey Hawthorne

Author:Katey Hawthorne [Hawthorne, Katey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B007JWIGCQ
Publisher: Loose Id LLC
Published: 2012-03-11T11:00:00+00:00

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Mom called a few times during the week but was too busy to meet up—nothing new, but all things considered, it caused me some anxiety. Having Kellan at least partly in the know helped, though. He suggested that I allow him to amuse me until the weekend came and she had time for more than a rushed phone call.

Twist my arm, huh? When Friday night rolled around and I got a demanding text from Derrick insisting that I introduce him to this wondercock that was keeping me from going out lately, Kellan grinned and said, “Why not?” So we got dressed up—which still meant jeans for Kellan but with the addition of a fitted button-down that inspired me to make us very late getting downtown.

Derrick was instantly smitten. If I’m kind of a stereotype, Derrick is a cartoon. He lavished affection on Kellan, who responded with a lot of throat-clearing and flushing but seemed to take it in the spirit it was meant. We met up with Mike at the next bar and by one had moved on to one of our favorite pickup places, the Cave, which had little tables semisecluded by hanging curtains on circular chandelier-type racks. The four of us leaned our heads over our drinks and laughed it up until Mike saw someone he knew (read: a likely prospect) and ditched us. At which point Kellan announced a need to take a piss, and Derrick suddenly needed one too.

So I sat guardian of the drinks, sinking into the plush pseudo-Persian surroundings and suggestive throbbing of cheesy euro-techno. Don’t get me wrong—I consider electronic music my thing, but there was music meant to listen to, and there was music meant to dry hump to, and very few musicians had the skills of Massive Attack to provide a two-in-one. I was minding my own business, sipping my Jack and Coke, when a familiar face (and body) suddenly peeked around the curtain.

“Jamie. Thought that was you.” Oh shit. Tall, dark, and handsome, curly brown hair, and a faint something about the eyes that spoke of bad (read: good) intent.

Dubious Provenance Guy.

I was torn between laughing and feeling like a complete twat. “Hey. Long time, man. How you been?”

He tucked into Mike’s seat. “Good. So, don’t panic. I’m not here to ask why you never called.”

His big grin relieved me somewhat. I said, “It’s a long story, actually, but—”

Derrick suddenly appeared and threw himself into his seat, and Kellan, with a sort of bemused/amused look on his face, wasn’t far behind. Derrick, God bless him, never forgot a name that went with a hot face. He said, “Farley!” and sidled up to the new addition.

Farley, right. I knew it was something, er, like that. “Hey, uh—”

“Derrick. And thisis Kellan.”

Farley eyed him across the table as Kellan slipped in next to me. There was no

way for us to share the little bench without our arms touching, and the easy way Kellan leaned into my shoulder must’ve told him everything.

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