Free Super Trouble by Vivi Andrews

not a reporter anymore, but I don’t know how to be
anything else. I’m always the girl digging for the story—”
    His
cell phone rang and she broke off, twisting to grab his jeans because she was
closer to where they’d been flung over the ottoman in their earlier rush.
    “Kim…”
    “You
should get this,” she cut him off, suddenly regretting everything she’d said
since they walked into the kitchen. “A super never ignores his phone. It could
be an emergency.”
    She
plucked the phone out of his pocket and started to hand it to him. She didn’t
mean to look. She wasn’t trying to pry, but the word JUSTICE splashed over the
screen in giant letters was hard to ignore.
    Irritation
flashed. Of course it was Justice. The man who had sicced Frost on her to begin
with. He was the only reason she was here. Not because Frost had cared enough
to look in on her, but because he owed Justice . God forbid Frost
actually care about her.
    She
was flinging the phone at his face before she even formed the conscious
decision to do so. “You better get that,” she snapped, spinning on her heel and
striding back toward the bedroom. She needed to find her underwear.
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eleven: A Rock Hard Alibi
     
    Frost
cursed and watched Kim stalk back into the bedroom before answering the call.
    “Your
timing sucks,” he said as a greeting.
    “I
don’t care how late it is,” Justice snapped, sounding as angry as Frost had
ever heard him. “You were supposed to be watching her.”
    “I
am watching her.” Watching her walk out of his bedroom in nothing but her
underwear and begin collecting her clothes where they were scattered around his
living room.
    “Not
closely enough,” Justice snarled. “She just blew up Little Vic.”
    “ What ?”
Frost shot out a hand to grab Kim’s upper arm and stop her when she would have
stormed back to the bedroom with her pile of clothes. “What happened to Little
Vic?”
    She
stopped struggling in his grip, her gaze snapping to meet his.
    “He
was at The Hole in the Wall tonight. Half the town saw Kim walk in there after
him, then twenty minutes later the entire place goes up with Little Vic inside
and no trace of Kim. She must have learned to teleport. I’ve been trying to
call you for hours—”
    And
he hadn’t heard his phone because he was balls deep in Kim. “She didn’t do it.”
    Justice
wasn’t listening. “Pretty damn clever. Walk in with a bomb and teleport away at
the last second so everyone thinks you were vaporized in the blast. She would
have gotten away clean too, except one of the camera guys just woke up and told
doctors that she vanished before the bomb went.”
    “Then
he should have told doctors that I was there too and I vanished with her
and there was no fucking bomb when we were there. She didn’t do it.”
    “Is
Little Vic alive?” Kim asked, her voice low enough that Justice wouldn’t pick
it up.
    Justice
growled into the phone. “Shit. I can tell you’re telling the truth, but that
doesn’t mean she didn’t teleport back in with a device after you left her. We
can’t really confirm the timeline because the one guy who regained
consciousness is having trouble remembering.”
    “She
didn’t do it,” Frost repeated. “Did Little Vic survive?”
    “He’s
critical. One of the camera guys was killed instantly and the other two are in
pretty bad shape. Luckily it looks like the rest of the bar patrons were smart
enough to get the hell away. Still, by the end of the night she could have four
dead bodies to answer for.”
    “Goddamn
it, she didn’t do it, Justice!”
    “You
can’t know that. We all know she has the potential to teleport. If she’s
figured out how, she could get across town and back in a matter of seconds—”
    “Justice.
Let me be very clear. Kim has not been out of my sight for a single second
since we left The Hole in the Wall when Little Vic was very much alive. She. Did.
Not. Do. It.”
    A
pause. “She’s