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information. I want something by tomorrow. Understood?” We all mumbled our agreement and Nathaniel dismissed us. Rocky and Frankie took off in their super impressive ways and I started to walk off in my unimpressive way.
    “Hold up, Audrey.” Nathaniel hadn’t taken off like I was used to him leaving. Instead, he walked over to me. “I meant what I said about Supers being an elite group. Not everyone with powers should be on the job.”
    Whoa. That’s not what you want to hear from the person who supposed to sign off on your probation. “Nathaniel, I’m here for whatever you need.”
    “I need results from you.” I nodded like I actually believed I could deliver anything related to a result. “If not, go concentrated on your boyfriend. Get married. Maybe have a couple of kids. And leave the work to the real Supers.”
    Chapter 13
    After that inspirational meeting behind the church, I spent the rest of the day hiding out in my apartment. I only left because I had a dinner date with Mike that night.
    I hadn’t seen him since Tues night. We’d exchanged a few short texts that left a funny feeling in my stomach. He’d asked to see me before but I’d had been busy with Nathaniel and the mission. But I couldn’t exactly say that, either. Instead, I pretended to be very caught up in Mellie’s wedding plans. He was hosting a poker game on Saturday night and was probably working late on Friday. So we setting on Thursday dinner at his place.
    I climbed the stairs to 3A around seven with a twelve pack of beer and the intention to make it a short night. Basically, we’d agreed to stop talking about me disappearing at this friend’s house. I could understand why he was upset but I couldn’t tell him any more than I’d already told him. I tried to imagine doing all of this hiding long-term. I couldn’t.
    I stood outside his apartment door for a few minutes. I wanted to knock but my flight or fight instincts were telling me to get the hell out of there. I had just about decided to bail and send him a text saying that I had diarrhea or something, when the door opened. Mike was standing there wearing an apron that said Kiss the Cook, holding a garbage bag in one hand. “Hey, what are you doing?”
    “I was just about to knock,” I lied. I was just about to make a run for it.
    “You don’t have to knock, Audrey. You can just come in.” He stepped out of the doorway and pointed back inside his apartment. “Go ahead in. I’ll be back in sec. I just want to take this out.” He headed down the stairs and I went inside.
    Inside Mike’s apartment, he had already started cooking. By the time he came back, I’d thrown the beers in the fridge and cracked one open for myself. He crossed the room and gave me a quick kiss before washing his hands and resuming his cooking. “You said you liked mushrooms, right? Because we’re making chicken marsala.”
    This was the second time that day that someone had said “we” when they really meant one person. “You mean ‘we’ as ‘you,’ right?”
    “No, I meant ‘we’ as in ‘us.’”
    I groaned. “Mike, you may not have realized this about me but I can’t cook. That’s why I have all of those takeout numbers on my phone’s speed dial.”
    He laughed. “You’re going to make the salad. That counts.”
    I took a long gulp of my beer. “I’ll try. Don’t expect much, though. I once—” I was interrupted by a buzzing from my back pocket. My phone. I fished it out and tapped the screen to life. It was a text from Nathaniel.
    Do you have any new intel on El Gato?
    I quickly typed back:
    Not yet.
    I looked up to see Mike pointedly not looking at me. “Who’s that?” he asked.
    “Nobody,” I lied. This was becoming a thing.
    Mike went back to fussing with the food but the tension in the room was palatable. “Can’t be nobody. Someone must have sent the text.”
    “It’s Mellie, actually. You know, my friend who’s getting married? She wants to remind me