Chapter 9
To Fake or Not to Fake, That Is the Question
Maggie
I slept on the couch, snuggled in the blanket which I had bought.
“Explain to me. Why did we do all that work so Maggie would sleep on the couch?” Nixon asked.
“How the hell should I know? It’s not like I can read minds,” Nash said.
“Should we wake her?” Noah asked.
“Yep,” the brothers said.
Nathan pulled out an air horn and put it by my head. He pressed the button, causing me to scream and fall onto the floor. I shot them a glare. They smirked at me.
“What is wrong with you guys?”
“What’s wrong with us? We should ask you. We put a lot of work into that room, and you’re sleeping on the couch,” Nixon said. “So, enlighten us, why are you here and not there?” He pointed upstairs.
I can’t let them know that I was onto the
