Page 46 of Second Chance with the Single Dad Goalie
I open my mouth to respond, but then I see movement from the stairs.
Keith.
My eyes narrow.
"YOU…!"
He pauses mid-step, eyebrows lifting in that fake innocent way of his. "Me?"
"Yes, YOU!" I point at him, fire in my veins. "When I get my hands on you, you’re dead!"
His eyes widen. " What? Oh, no!"
His eyes widen comically, and without missing a beat, he spins around and sprints back up as if his life depended on it -which, at this point, it kind of does. I take the stairs two at a time, hot onhis heels. He reaches his room, fumbling with the door, but I’m faster. I shove the door open just before he can slam it shut and slip inside.
"Whitney, wait…”
Nope.
I launch at him, tackling him onto the bed. "What the heck were you thinking? Huh? Why would you…?"
"Whitney, get off - you’re violent!" He tries to pry me off, but I smack his arm away.
"Whit, c’mon!" He protests, grabbing a pillow for defense. "I don’t even know what I did. But whatever it is, I don’t deserve this!” I grab a pillow, whack him with it, and press a knee into his side for good measure.
"Ow! Okay, okay, time out!" Keith shields himself, laughing as he tries to grab the pillow. “Ow, woman! What did I even do?”
I finally stop, breathing hard, and glare at him. "Oh, youknowwhat you did!"
“Enlighten me, please.”
"Why would you tell Blake to ask me to be his kids’ nanny?" I demand, narrowing my eyes.
Keith blinks. "Wait. He actually asked you?"
I throw my hands up. "Yes, Keith, he asked me!"
“I was joking when I said that.”
“Well, your joke is no longer a joke,” I snap, crossing my arms. "Now he’s serious, and I’m stuck in this weird, awkward mess because of you."
Keith’s face splits into a grin. "Wow. That’s hilarious."
I grab the nearest pillow and smack him with it.
"Ow - okay, okay!" He holds up his hands in surrender, laughing. "Whit, relax."
I sit back, crossing my arms. "What possessed you to even say that?"
"I don’t know." He shrugs. "It just came out."
I roll my eyes. "You’re an idiot."
"Well, you’re my idiot sister, so."
I throw another pillow at him.
Keith laughs but quickly turns serious. "Look, I get why you’re mad. But honestly, Whit…, if you can help him out, it’d be great. I mean, it’s Blake."
