My jaw clamped. “Oh, heck no.”
Jules rubbed her hands together like a cartoon villain. “Time to break out the glitter bombs.”
“Now?” I yelped. “I thought—no, you said—” I thrust my hands at the Hippity Dippity Express.
“Please.” She clasped her hands together in a prayer pose. “It’ll take less than five minutes to set them up.” She waggled her brows. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Fine.” It would take at least ten. But what was ten minutes when she’d been waiting her whole life to retaliate in a family prank war?
It took fifteen.
But it didn’t matter. Because forty-five glorious minutes later, I lay on my back staring up at the ceiling over our bed, a stupid grin on my face.
Jules’s hand shot out, gripping my arm. “Did you hear that?”
Sure enough, tires crunched over gravel outside. Which meant my cousins were home.
“Quick,” she hissed. “Get dressed so we can watch.”
We hopped up. While I tugged on a pair of jeans, she shrugged my dress shirt over her head.Justmy shirt.
“Yeah.” My gaze dropped to her legs and back up. “You can wear that anytime.”
She smiled, eyes soft as she buttoned. “I’ve always wanted to wear my husband’s dress shirt.” She pulled up the collar, inhaling. “Ah, it smells like you.”
We heard car doors shut.
She jerked her chin toward the hall as if she were running an op, and I followed. The two of us tiptoed into the “living room.”
Carefully, I eased the RV door open. We peeked through the crack to see Cash and Charlie chatting with Liam in hushed voices.
“I’m surprised we didn’t get hate texts from Griffin,” Liam said.
Cash chuckled. “Probably didn’t want to waste the time.”
“He was too busy tearing off Juliette’s dress,” Charlie added.
Jules snickered.
“Well, I’m sure we’ll wake up to an earful,” Liam said.
They wished each other a goodnight and split up, heading to their respective “homes.”
Jules gripped my hand, sucking in a breath.
I held perfectly still.
Cash unlocked the door to their RV and gestured for Charlie to go first.
“Such a gentleman.” Jules giggled.
“Oh, he’s going to regret that,” I whispered. “Right about?—”
Charlie screamed, and a cloud of our finest revenge billowed out into the night.
Cash shouted an obscenity that women should never have to hear. “Grif-fin!”
Not one second later, we had a perfect view as Liam got blasted right in the face. “Y’all are going down!” he roared. But then he coughed and sputtered, his hand sweeping through the air, trying to break up the sparkly fallout. “Later.” Another cough. “I’m too tired tonight.”
