Wild Sky 2 by Suzanne Brockmann, Melanie Brockmann

to carry them in a kind of a sling as I ran back to Cal’s car.
    Cal didn’t wait for me to close the door. He just backed up hard with a squeal of tires, and blasted out of the parking lot, leaving the Sav’A’Buck in the dust.
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    The first few miles, we all were silent.
    Cal put us on the highway, heading back to Coconut Key. Still, he kept his eyes straight ahead on the road, driving with the intensity of a first-year driver’s ed student. His hands were at ten and two, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
    I managed to slow my breathing down a little bit, after I realized that the one thing I could hear was the sound of my own rapid inhalations. Each time I took a breath, I heard something slosh, and I realized it was the windshield-wiper fluid under the hood of Cal’s car.
    I finally got myself calmed down, only to hear Garrett laughing from the backseat. Not funny-ha-ha laughing, but an occasional heh-heh , like he couldn’t contain himself, heh-heh-heh .
    I turned around to look at him, and he was gazing at me, his eyes very wide.
    “ Heh-heh ,” he said. “So what else can you do?”
    Alarmed, I looked at Calvin. “Oh my God,” I whispered as I realized exactly what I’d just done. “Did he see…?”
    “Everything?” Calvin supplied a noun. “Oh yeah. Yup. Yes. He saw it all.”
    Garrett released his seat belt so that he could lean forward and drape himself over the backs of our seats. “Can you fly?” he asked. “Do you think Jilly can fly?”
    “Oh, shit,” I said to Calvin and then remembered, “Hoshitski.” Would it work? When that man woke up, would he start looking for a deep-voiced thug named Hoshitski or a red-haired girl named Sky? Although, when I looked back at Garrett, I realized we had an even more immediate problem. The school himbo had witnessed my G-T powers firsthand.
    “I called Dana,” Cal told me. “On her burner phone.” When we’d first met her, Dana didn’t have a cell, but since our adventure in Alabama, she’d gotten a disposable. She didn’t use it often, and she replaced it frequently. Milo got one, too. Mostly, I think, so he could text me and regularly check in. “She and Miles are gonna meet us back in Coconut Key. At the Twenty.”
    I nodded. The former multiplex theater at the long-deserted mall that was just on our side of the Harrisburg town line. That was where I’d first met Milo.
    “God,” Garrett was saying, “what I wouldn’t give to have sex with a girl who can fly.”
    “ Ew ,” I shouted. “That is not okay!”
    “Are you kidding?” he said. “It would be awesome ! Although, really, what I’d want is X-ray vision. Oh my God, do you have X-ray vision? Can you see me naked right now ?”
    “I’m sorry,” I told him. “Did you miss the part where we were nearly killed?”
    “Nope,” Cal told me. “He didn’t miss it. First he screamed for his mommy; then he tried to talk me into ditching you; then he started shouting your name for everyone to hear. I had to punch him in the face to shut him up.”
    Come to think of it, Garrett’s nose did look a little swollen.
    If it hurt, he didn’t seem to care. In fact, he leaned forward, grabbing my head between his hands so that he could kiss me on the mouth.
    I pulled away from his still-fishy lips. “ Ew! Stop! ”
    “ Can you fly?” he asked again. “Because I might have to propose marriage.”
    “No!” I tried to salvage this. “And I don’t know what you think you saw—”
    “Oh please, Skylar,” Garrett said. “I saw it all. You’re a superhero.” He looked from me to Cal and back. “And, oh, my God, your friend Dana is, too, isn’t she? You and Dana and Jilly…” He laughed. “Odds are one of you can fly.”
    I looked at Calvin, and Calvin looked at me.
    I’d messed up, big-time. Rule number one of being a Greater-Than was: Don’t let anyone know.
    “How about telepathy?” Garrett was saying. “Can you read my mind? Do you know what I’m