sliding doors. She just entered the kitchen and is removing items from the fridge. Then she starts preparing a sandwich at the counter, her back to us.
I slide off the railing. “I request permission to test that theory.”
Cooper follows my gaze, smirks, and nods magnanimously. “Go for it.”
Utilizing the stealth mode I’d perfected after years of sneaking in and out of houses and girls’ bedrooms, I creep into the kitchen. Mac is focused on arranging cheese slices on her bread, singing softly to herself. Only when I’m close enough that she won’t have much time to turn around, I walk normally and come up behind her.
Wrapping both hands around her waist, I nuzzle her neck and speak in my perfect, uncanny Cooper voice. “Hey, babe, your ass looks good enough to eat in those shorts.”
An outraged cry fills the kitchen as she spins around and tries to knee me in the groin. “What the fuck, Evan! Why?”
Luckily, I capture her knee with both hands before it connects with the family jewels. Then I dart backward and raise my hands in surrender. From the deck, loud laughter greets my ears.
“Told you!” Cooper calls out.
“What is wrong with you!” Mac huffs.
“It was just an experiment,” I protest, keeping my distance. “Question, though. How did you know it was me?”
“Your footsteps,” she growls. “You walk like it’s a game.”
“What does that even mean?”
“Evan, please get out of my sight before I punch you in your stupid face.”