Page 79 of Hurry Up And Wait
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Everything’s been relatively quiet. We’re just enjoying a nice night at home.”
He nodded. I knew he could see the frying pan on the table behind me, but that didn’t mean I was admitting to anything. “That’s good. Because we had a few alarms going off at your house. We just wanted to make sure no one broke in.”
“I’m sure we would have known if that happened,” I laughed uncomfortably.
“And no one, say…opened a window and smacked anyone in the face with a frying pan?”
I laughed hysterically at that, unable to stop myself. “I think we would remember doing something like that.”
“I know I definitely would,” Riley joined in.
“So, you didn’t hear a scream or see someone tumbling from your roof?”
I pretended once again to think about it. “Nope, that doesn’t sound at all familiar. Riley?”
“Yeah, I was washing my hair. I didn’t hear a thing.”
“Your hair is dry.”
“It’s fast-drying,” she said, not breaking under their interrogation.
“Fast-drying hair. That’s what you’re going with?” Fox pointed out.
“Going with? You make it sound like we’re lying. Is that what you’re accusing us of?” she asked, her eyes narrowing on him.
Yeah, this wasn’t uncomfortable at all. I should probably just admit that I whacked him in the face with a frying pan, but I really didn’t want to. Not when they showed up at my door pretending everything was perfectly normal. Now, had I opened the door and they immediately apologized for scaring the shit out of me, I might have been a little more forgiving.
Fox turned to Kavanaugh. “They don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“We really don’t,” I said, holding back the wince as Fox moved aside and I caught the massive red mark on Kavanaugh’s face, along with the rather nasty bump forming on the corner of his forehead. Yeah, I really got him good.
“Okay,” Fox grinned. “Well, the camera is fixed on your roof and there are no other issues. Oh, and we’re having a shawarma social next Friday. You should really attend.”
“A shawarma social,” I repeated slowly. “I will be there.”
“Me too,” Riley said enthusiastically. “Just make sure there are a few hot single guys there.”
“I know for a fact there will be a mechanic,” he grinned.
My eyes widened and Riley smacked my arm repeatedly. “Did you hear that? A mechanic.”
“And not just any mechanic. He’s former military.”
I cried out as Riley’s fingernails dug into my arm, nearly breaking the skin. “Ow! Have a little respect for my flesh!”
“Did you hear him?” she hissed.
“I have two ears that are functioning normally.”
“Holy crap,” she bounced from one foot to the other. “A real live mechanic.”
“Yes, they have them in every town,” Kavanaugh muttered. “Not sure what’s so fucking special about them anyway. You know, I could carry a tire?—”
“Save it,” Fox sighed. “You know exactly what it’s about.”
“Yeah, I do,” he grumbled. “That doesn’t mean I have to like it.”