Page 59 of I Knew He Was Trouble
I already told you. Game on, Anderson.
If Tyler thinks he can prank me without any retaliation, he’s sorely mistaken. I glance around the kitchen, trying to think of a prank I can easily pull. When I spot his old-school kitchen sink with a separate water spray feature, I can’t suppress my smile. Target acquired.
“Done.” Evie runs over to me, handing me a sheet of paper. I read over her work.
“Great job, girl.” I give her a high-five. “Now, are you ready to learn a classic trick?”
She nods, grinning wide.
I lead her back into Tyler’s kitchen and lift her up, propping her on my knee. “All we have to do is tie this”—I hand her the hair tie off my wrist—“around the water sprayer.” Evie pulls herself off my leg to sit on the counter, wrapping the hair tie around the sprayer twice. I wrap it around once more before helping Evie get down.
“What will it do?” she asks.
“When your Uncle Ty gets home from work and wants to wash his hands or his dinner plate, the water will come out of the sprayer aimed right at him, showering him in a watery surprise.”
She beams. “I can’t wait.”
“Me either.” I smile. There’s no way Tyler will be expecting me to retaliate this quickly.
Game on, indeed.
Aneveningawayfromthe house is just what the doctor ordered.
It’s me, hi. I’m the doctor, it’s me.
Even though I don’t know much about Taylor Swift, I’d have to live under a rock not to have heard that song—well, with the original lyrics.
Honestly, I just need a Kelsey-free zone for one night. I get home from work tonight ready for just that.
“Have a good weekend.” Kelsey hugs Evie and shoots me a soft smile and wave before heading out the front door.
“I’ll be right down, Eves.” I run upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. I throw my scrubs straight into the laundry bin and pull on my favorite pair of jeans and a black, long-sleeve shirt. After I swipe on more deodorant, I head to the kitchen.
“What are we eating tonight?” She’s sitting at the kitchen table, looking at me like she’s hoping I’m going to say I’m making boxed macaroni and cheese again.
“We’re eating some leftover spaghetti tonight so that we can make it to your surprise.”
Her face falls when I mention leftovers, but she perks up again at the mention of a surprise. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.” Once I split the remaining noodles between our bowls, I add the leftover meat sauce and get her meal in the microwave.
I move to the sink to wash the empty glass containers. However, when I turn the faucet on, instead of cleaning my bowl, I’m greeted by a thorough spraying of water…straight to the crotch. I hold back the curse word that wants to come out for the sake of the young ears in the room. I attempt to block the stream of water with my hands as I scramble to turn off the faucet.
I place my hands on the counter, breathing hard. What in the world just happened?
Evie bursts into laughter, pointing at me. “It looks like you peed your pants.”
I glance down. She’s not wrong. I’ll have to change my pants—and probably my shirt—before we leave.
I lean down, glancing at the spout, trying to figure out where it’s broken. That’s when I notice the black hair tie wrapped tightly around the sprayer.
I pull off the offender, holding it up in the air. “How did this get here?” Evie laughs again, and I turn to face her. “Didyoudo this?”
She giggles. “I helped Ms. Kelsey.”
I’m starting to think the prank war was a bad idea because it’s only given me more reasons for Kelsey to live rent-free in my thoughts.
I put the hair tie on the kitchen table. “You did?” Taking slow steps toward Evie, I hold my hands up like a monster. “You know what that means.”
