Superheroes Anonymous by Dunne Lexie

Author:Dunne, Lexie [Dunne, Lexie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw
Tags: Fantasy, General, Contemporary, Fiction
ISBN: 9780062369116
Publisher: Harper Collins
Published: 2014-11-18T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

THERE WASN’T A lot to do after Angélica let me go for the night. I had a very restricted list of people who could see me, and my suite didn’t come with any books or a new cell phone. Davenport apparently believed in keeping new superheroes in an anti-media bubble away the world. I had no idea what was going on outside of Davenport. Angélica had handed me a big stack of papers that Cooper had given her to pass along to me, but after about ten pages of scientific nonsense, I’d given in and taken a nap on the couch instead. My brain might understand science now, but that didn’t mean I found it any less boring.

I woke up from my nap to the sound of light tapping on the door.

“Hey-hey,” Vicki said when I opened the door. She pulled me into a one-armed hug. “Guy says you eat a lot, so we brought dinner.”

Jeremy nudged past us, holding a full grocery sack of something that smelled delicious though I hadn’t officially invited them in. “Lasagna still your favorite?”

“Always and forever.” I raised my eyebrows, surprised that he remembered.

Vicki sashayed into the room, immediately taking one of the island stools. Since I had the energy and inclination to play hostess, I quickly unloaded the supplies and began dishing it up. “What are you two up to tonight?” I asked.

“Just got off work,” Jeremy said, tugging at the collar of his polo shirt. “Went a few rounds with Striker, for old times’ sake. He designed the original simulators, and I’ve made a few tweaks. He liked them.”

“Wow. Busy day.” I wondered if it was as rough on Jeremy as Guy and I had supposed. After all, he had achieved his lifelong dream of playing video games for a living. There were worse fates to be had. I turned my attention to Vicki, who was idly swinging one leg back and forth. “How about you? How’d the, ah, shoot go?”

“Stupid outfit, dumb expression. The photographer swore up and down I wouldn’t look like an idiot, but . . .” Vicki twirled one hand as if to say, ‘What can you do?’

“Can’t be as bad as that shoot you did for Beautiful Woman last month,” Jeremy said.

“Yuck, please, let’s never talk about that ever again,” Vicki said. When she saw my curious look, she sighed. “The photographer had a tulle fetish. And I still had that awful red hair.” She fluffed a hand through it. “Girl, do me a favor. If I decide that I’d like to be a redhead again, send me down to Psych so that they can fix whatever’s wrong with me.”

“I can do that,” I said, and slid plates across to them. The model wannabes at my old office had been on a never-ending list of diets, but Vicki dug into the lasagna with gusto, ignoring the salad. I had to figure it was probably different for supermodels when they moonlighted as superheroes. I fixed up my own plate and took a seat.

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