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A For Sale sign . . . hmm.
“I love that idea. There’s also the classic ‘honk and wave’ bumper sticker. Can you imagine him driving around town and all these people honking at him? He’s the least friendly person I’ve ever met, and with people waving at him, the scowl he apparently hides from everyone else would come out in full force, exposing him for the fraud he is.”
“No, I can’t imagine people constantly honking at me. I think I’d jump every time, afraid I was about to hit someone.” Juliet grimaces.
“I think it’s funny,” Avery says, grinning. “Or you could send him a glitter bomb.”
A laugh barks out of me at just the thought of him opening a pink and gold glitter bomb and it going off all over him and his porch. But then again, what if he didn’t open it on the porch but in his house. That would be such a mess, but I don’t dismiss the idea. Instead, I file it away for later.
“I say, let’s start with the For Sale sign. Maybe he’ll get an offer he can’t refuse and take the hint and move.”
9
BRIGGS
She thinks she’s so smart.
I’ll give her credit for the sale listing. It was genius, and I wish I had thought of it. I also wish it hadn’t taken me so long to catch on to what was happening. I started receiving calls at the cider house asking if I was the person to speak to regarding the property for sale. Each time, I told them no, that they had the wrong number, thinking that there must be an error somewhere with my number, but after about the tenth call, I asked which property they were referring to, and they said mine. Of course, I was confused at first, but then I saw red and laughed.
Wouldn’t she just love that so much? Little does she know that I have zero plans to move away from here anytime soon.
After that, Cole spotted the sign at the base of the road, and Graham saw the listing in the window at the real estate agent’s office. He called me confused by what he was looking at, and then instead of storming the office demanding to know who did this, I politely called them and told them I’d changed my mind. I didn’t want to get whoever hung it up in trouble, accomplice or not.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Cole whispers as he looks around Goldie’s front yard. Although I don’t know what he’s whispering for. It’s lunchtime, and he knows that no one else, besides her and me, lives here.
“Absolutely. She started this war, and I have no interest in waving the white flag and letting her win.”
For the past two days, I’ve been anxiously waiting for her to leave her house, and she finally left fifteen minutes ago. I can no longer hear her car, so even if she was to return because she forgot something, we would hear her car coming up the road.
I’ve realized that she doesn’t go to many places, and she spends a lot of time alone. I’ve wondered if she’s dating anyone, but over the past couple of weeks, no one has come to see her other than her two friends or a delivery truck. Of course this means I’m paying way too much attention to her, but I can’t seem to stop. I don’t know what it is, but even knowing who she is and where she comes from, I’m still intrigued by her. I can’t help but find myself wondering about her and wanting to know more.
Of course, this feeling absolutely aggravates me, as I vowed after Adele that I would never fall for a vapid princess again, which is another reason why I’m here right now. I want to piss her off too.
Walking up the front porch of Goldie’s house, I do a sweep for any cameras she might have set up for personal safety. I find none and instantly feel irritated that she’s bought this house, is living by herself, and hasn’t felt the need to add this basic layer of protection.
Looking around the porch, she’s done a nice job with it. It looks inviting and very homey, something I wouldn’t expect from her, a rich princess. There are rocking chairs on both sides of the door. Each has a small table to hold a drink and a plate. She has plants hanging in the corners, flower baskets along the railing, and even a wind chime.
Just out of caution, I knock on her door even though I know she’s not home.
Nothing.
Now, do I know if she has an alarm on the inside? No. But I guess we’re about to find out.
I slip the key into the lock, and sure enough, the deadbolt slides, and the door rattles, letting me know it’ll open.
This also pisses me off because she has no idea how many people might have a key to this house, and she didn’t even have the afterthought to have the locks changed once she moved in.
“I’m thinking I shouldn’t be here for this. I don’t feel comfortable sneaking into her house,” Cole says, looking around all nervously like a SWAT team is about to jump out and arrest us.
“You aren’t supposed to be going into the house. You’re on car watch,” I remind him.
“But still, this feels wrong.”
I let out a deep sigh.
“Then go ahead and leave,” I tell him. My plan is to get in and out. I’m not going to be here long, and I definitely don’t need any assistance. Besides, it’s not like breaking and entering in North Carolina is a felony. It’s just a misdemeanor. Even then, I’m not here with the intent to commit a felony. I’m just playing a prank with a key I already have to the house. I’m certain a judge would see my side. Especially if they knew what she had done.
“Yeah, okay. I’m out.” He turns and skips down the steps and heads back down the driveway to my house. “I’ll call you if I hear anything.”
