Page 32 of Scarlett and the Kiss Thief

Chapter 9 – You Little Pervert

Friday

“We better get going,” Sophie said as she adjusted her ushanka. “We want to be fashionably late for the party, not so late that it’s over.”

“Soph.”

“What?” she asked.

RJ moved the ladder out of the way and kicked the bean bag chair back in place under the hole. I guess to make sure if someone fell through they wouldn’t freaking die?

And Liam was just leaning against the doorframe staring at the space. He looked so comfortable and I didn’t understand how that could be possible when I was freaking out.

“Ready,” RJ said as he looked at the hole covered by the carpet one more time.

Did none of them understand that there was no party tonight? We had to fix this!

A moaning sound stopped my train of thought. “What is that?” I whispered. “Is the person who lives here banging someone right now?”

RJ laughed. “No.” He grabbed his phone. “I’m still logged in to your security cameras.” He tapped the screen a few times. “Looks like your parents are banging.” He held up his phone like I’d want to see that.

Good God no!I hit the phone out of his hand and it landed on the bean bag chair.

“Remember when Sophie wanted to tap that?” RJ asked with a laugh as he picked his phone back up. The moaning noises continued.

Sophie gagged in her borrowed fur coat.

“No. All of you stop it! Sophie take that jacket off before you hurl. RJ turn the volume on your phone off and fix the hole. And you,” I pointed to my brother. “Did you steal a key to this woman’s apartment? What were you thinking? Breaking and entering is a crime even if you don’t have to break anything.” I knew as soon as I heard Hunter Hunter mess around that I was going to wind up in jail.

“What? No. I met her on the elevator like a year ago. She asked me to house sit. And she’s never been back.”

“She’s been out of town for a year?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged.

That didn’t make any sense. “And you just come in here and…what?”

He smiled. “I do things.”

“Probably like what Uncle James is doing to Aunt Penny right now,” RJ said as he turned the volume on his phone off.

Sophie dry heaved.

“Okay, enough!” I yelled. “What are we going to do?!”

Sophie took off the ushanka and shrugged out of the fur coat. “We’re going to the party.”

“Did you not hear anything I just said?”

“Scar, I took off the jacket.”

“But the hole!” I pointed to the ceiling.

“No one can see it,” Sophie said. “The carpet is back in place. And even if someone does stumble upon that room, which they won’t, they’ll land gently on the bean bag chair.”

“I did not land gently.”

“Wait, did RJ not warn you about the hole?”

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