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I nod even though she can’t see me.
“We can steal a page out of Kevin’s playbook.”
“Which Kevin?” I ask.
“Kevin Macalister in Home Alone.”
“You think a prank will get a reaction out of him? What if he pranks back with something worse?”
“Then we’ll be ready,” she replies with full confidence.
We?As in he even knows Julia exists.
“I don’t know, Julia…” I trail off.
“Don’t worry, Brie. It won’t be anything serious.”
I relax a bit at that but then her next question sends off warning bells in my head. “What insect gives him the creeps?”
“Julia…” I drag out as a warning.
“Well if you knew him well, that would be easy. Swapping his shampoo with hair dye sounds too easy, so let’s think of something else.”
“I can start with that, Julia, then next time we can do something more serious like sending a message to his exes.”
That makes Julia giggle. “Yes! That’s what I am talking about. Just imagine how mad they would be if we told them to meet at the same spot. Oh, that would be so good!”
“Oh, Julia. You haven’t changed one bit. I’ll be home first before him so it will be easier to mess with his shampoo. I’ll also turn off the water from the source when he’s in the middle of a shower. I’ll hide his towels too so that he’s stranded. How about that?”
“Heck yes, girl! You can see him naked, and he’ll be begging. I love it.”
“Begging for a towel,” I correct her.
She laughs, diving straight into details of a prank she played on a coworker.
We stay on the call until I get to the office.
The pissed look on Mrs. Randolph’s face once I walk in makes me hang up with a promise that we’ll catch up some other time.
I fall face flat on my bed the minute I get home. I listen for any sounds in the apartment, but like I already know, Cameron isn’t home yet.
I shut my eyes for a minute, replaying the events of the day. I smile as I recall how I outsmarted Mrs. Randolph’s plans to make me work overtime.
My phone rings, startling me. I frown as I stare at the private number on the screen. With trembling hands, I swipe the answer icon.
“Brie Gray!” a robotic voice calls out.
A shiver runs down my spine. This is the first time since the whole marriage news that someone is addressing me that way.
“Who is this?”
There’s a rustling sound and then the voice speaks again, “Do all you can to keep your husband safe. There are eyes watching him and trust me, baby girl, he may not survive until the next hockey season.”
The beeping sound sends my mind into overdrive as the call disconnects.
15
Collins leans back in his chair like he’s king of the damn world.
