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scared.”
    “It’s because I returned your phone a few months ago, in September. The thief is obsessed with me now, and he considers you a link.”
    “You remember returning my phone?” she perked up. “I presumed you forgot all about it.”
    “I remember.”
    “Why
did
you return my phone?” she asked, her smoldering eyes practically melting my mask away. “And why did you rescue me? How did you know where to find me? The police asked me that about a hundred times.”
    “It’s a secret.”
    “Pretty please tell me?” She looked up at me through her lashes, which was a super effective strategy.
    “I’ll tell you one day. If I can. Until then…keep safe. Don’t go out with anyone you don’t know. Stay with your friends and family,” I said.
And don’t go out with Tank
!!!
    She nodded and said, “Okay.”
    She was no longer touching my skin and my headache was returning. Experimentally I took one of her hands and pressed it against the exposed skin between my glove and my sleeve. As our bodies touched directly I experienced the same calming effect. The pain drifted away.
    “What are you doing?” she laughed softly.
    “Sorry,” I said. “I…don’t touch people often.”
    She examined me for a long time and I was glad it was dark and I had a mask to hide behind. My face was burning in embarrassment.
    “Take off your gloves,” she said, tilting her head to the side. “And you can touch me with your hands.” I wanted to do that so bad I was trembling. But that could lead to disaster. I said nothing. She touched my neck with her fingers. “How old are you?”
    “Not much older than you.”
    “Perfect,” she cooed. I recognized that voice. She used it to tease me sometimes when we were alone. I took her hand in my glove and held it. “You don’t have to be lonely. Not with me.”
    “Lonely?”
    “Isn’t it lonely being you?” she asked. We were completely hidden from the rest of the world. Just us.
    “A little,” I said. “But aren’t we all a little lonely?”
    “All us superheroes?” she smiled.
    “There are no superheroes,” I told her. “Just us regular people. And I think we’re all lonely.”
    “You’re a hero to me, you know,” she said, and she played with my hair. “I don’t remember that night. But I’m still grateful.”
    “Do you have friends?” I asked cautiously. This was dangerous territory. I wanted her to talk about Chase Jackson.
    “How much do you know about me? When I imagine you, you’re always keeping track of me from a distance,” she laughed. “Which is a little far fetched, I know.”
    “You’re not…entirely wrong. I know a little.”
    “I knew it!” she grinned.
    “It’s a very innocent crush. That’s all.”
    “My crush on you isn’t so innocent,” she said and she nuzzled her nose playfully into my mask. I ground my teeth and fought down the robust urge to rip the mask off. “But to answer your question. I have friends, mostly boys, and they kinda suck. No offense, but boys don’t make great friends. I need a friend that I won’t fall in love with, and vise versa. I need a good friend that’s a girl.”
    Fall in love with??!
    “Like Natalie North? I adore her. Can you get me her number? I met her once.”
    “I know.”
    “You know I met her? How?” she asked.
    Whoops! How
would
the Outlaw know that? “Because… Natalie told me.”
    “Oh. Right. She’s very nice.”
    “She is,” I agreed, nodding. “The real Natalie is as nice as her media persona.”
    “Is that why you like her? You both wear masks?”
    “That’s why she likes me. Very perceptive of you,” I said. “She thinks we have that in common.”
    “Are you two still…you know…dating?” she asked and she nudged me with her shoulder. “It’s a very romantic story.”
    “No,” I said. “I haven’t seen her in months.”
    “Aw,” Katie said. “I bet she misses you!”
    “The Outlaw doesn’t really exist,” I sighed. “It’s just a