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if you were able to help some people, it might make up for the times you have to put yourself first.”
    “You think saving someone else is going to make what I let happen to Mike okay?”
    Ryan shook his head, but he was still smiling at me. “Mike is the only one responsible for what happened to him, and, no, I don’t think saving people would make the guilt you feel disappear. But I do think it would give you something to feel good about. It would give you something to focus on that you could actually control.” Ryan gave me a tiny smirk. “And we both know how much you love control.”
    Ryan grinned and I kissed him. I was a lost cause.
    “How is it that you can make even the craziest ideas make sense?” I asked.
    Ryan’s face lit up. “So, you’ll do it?”
    I shook my head. “I don’t know. This isn’t a game we’re talking about—it’s my life. It’s other people’s lives.”
    “Lives that will only be better because of you.”
    “Unless I screw it up.” I picked up Ryan’s stack of comics and scattered them across his bed. “There’s no way it’s as simple as it is in these magazines. And most of these aren’t even simple. You’re trying to turn science fiction into reality.”
    “Says the girl who shoots lightning from her hands.”
    Ryan laughed at the glare I gave him and kissed my hands. “Babe, in our world science stopped being fiction a long time ago, but we figured it out, didn’t we? Look at everything we accomplished last year. You gained control of your powers. You took back your life.”
    “I know, but—”
    “You have a gift, Jamie. Now that you have control of that gift, maybe it’s time to take it to the next level. Maybe it’s time for you to become more than Jamie Baker.”
    I was terrified of putting myself out there for everyone to see—I didn’t think Ryan gave the supervillains of the world enough credit—but I was more scared that he was right. Mike’s accident had changed me. I couldn’t do nothing. Ryan was right about my control issues. If I was going to be exposed, then it was going to be on my terms.
    “All right,” I finally said. “We’ll give it a try.”
    Ryan lit up with excitement. “Really?”
    “Just a try ,” I warned. “Only if we can figure out how to do it. I can’t just go patrolling the streets hoping to see someone who needs help.”
    Ryan waved off my skepticism. “Details.”
    “Ryan.” He wasn’t taking this seriously enough.
    “We’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” Ryan grinned again and swept me into his arms. “My girlfriend is going to be a real-life superhero,” he said, and then kissed me. “That is so hot.”
    “Okay, now I get it.” I freed myself from Ryan’s grip and stepped back, my hands going straight to my hips. “Now I know why you’re so excited about this, but I promise you, it’s never going to happen.”
    “What?”
    Right. I wasn’t falling for the Ryan Miller Pout. Not this time.
    “I’m not dressing up like Wonder Woman. Ever.”
    Ryan’s innocent look turned into a frown. He grumbled “party pooper” at me, and I finally broke out into a real laugh.
    “You’re going to have to wear some kind of disguise.”
    “Disguise,” I said. “Not costume.”
    “Uniform,” Ryan argued. “It doesn’t have to look stupid. I’m not going to make you don a cape and wear your underpants on the outside of your clothes. I’d settle for a nice spandex suit and some tall lace-up boots.”
    “No! No spandex, Ryan. I am not kidding.”
    Ryan grinned. “So, the tall boots are a go?”
    “No!”
    I rolled my eyes, but Ryan didn’t see it. He was busy flipping through one of his comic books. “Ooh. Trench coats are hot.” He flipped another page. “Or all black leather. You could totally pull off Scarlett Johansson in The Avengers .”
    “You know what? I think I’m going to leave you to your ‘research.’ Call me when you stop thinking like a guy and come up with something that will