We? Spencer glanced at her sister, about to protest that she was never going to fall for Melissa’s sister act again.
“Save your breath.” Melissa cut her off before she could even say anything. “What happened between us is water under the bridge, okay? Right now, there are two things we need to do. One: Never tell a soul that this happened. As far as I know, you never dated a thirty-three-year-old guy with a wife and kid. And neither did I.”
“Agreed.” Spencer nodded. Thank God no one from Rosewood had seen what happened.
“And second.” Melissa held up a finger. “Before we leave tomorrow night, we need to get revenge.”
Spencer leaned against the porch railing. “How?”
“It has to be something good.” Melissa cast her head up to the sky. “Maybe something that could ruin his chances of winning the tennis tournament tomorrow. And a fitting payback for all the girls he’s played in Longboat Key.”
Spencer picked at a piece of splintered wood on the railing, thinking about all of the groupies that had gathered on the sidelines of the tennis courts to watch Colin play. How many had dated him? How many more would once Yvette went home?
She wondered how he kept all his girlfriends straight, imagining his bathroom filled with lots of different used toothbrushes, one for each lover, just like Nana’s. Colin had probably been so impressed with Nana and her revolving door of men because he was just as big of a dirty slut. She wondered if he had a secret prescription for Viagra, too.
Suddenly, her head whipped up. “Oh my God, Melissa. I know what we can do.”
An excited smile spread across Melissa’s face. “What?”
Spencer extended her arm to pull her sister to her feet. “Come on. I’ll show you.”
Chapter 16
The Best Revenge
New Year’s Day dawned bright and cool. It was the perfect weather for a tennis tournament, and judging by the size and wardrobe of the crowd at the Longboat Key Tennis Club, everyone else thought so, too. Spencer, still wearing her sunglasses, sipped a diet soda and pretended to watch the junior division players while she waited for the signal from Melissa. She was scouring the courts, making sure Colin, his coach, Yvette, and even baby Brady were all accounted for.
“We’re on,” Melissa murmured into Spencer’s ear as she walked quickly past her. Spencer turned on her Toms-clad foot and followed her, ducking her head and feeling grateful that the straw hat she’d borrowed from Nana’s closet concealed her identity from the dozen or so Colin groupies who had positioned themselves right near the snack stand.
The walk to the locker rooms was brief and quiet, save for the occasional roar of the crowds in the distance whenever someone scored a point. Suddenly a group of girls in tennis whites passed down the hall. Melissa started laughing.
“Shhh.” Spencer clapped down on Melissa’s arm. “Do you want us to get caught?”
“This is just so priceless,” Melissa whispered, wiping her eyes.
The locker room door creaked open, and a tall guy who couldn’t have been much older than eighteen walked into the hall. Melissa peered through the door. “So you’re sure Colin’s stuff is in there?”
Spencer nodded. When they’d arrived this morning, they’d checked all of the courts being used for the tournaments. A women’s match was taking place on the main court right now, but Colin had been practicing on a side court. “His bag isn’t with him. It’s not with Yvette, either. I don’t know where else it could be.”
“Okay, then.” Melissa pushed Spencer toward the door. “It’s now or never.”
Taking a deep breath, the girls pulled the men’s locker room door open and darted inside. The room was blessedly empty. Spencer scanned the aisles, searching frantically for Colin’s lime-green Adidas bag. She thought she saw it and crept down low, ready to pounce, when a loud creak reverberated off the metal lockers. She froze. A pair of footsteps strode away, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. She let out her breath, waited another few seconds, and then leapt to the bag, which, sure enough, was embroidered with his initials. Her hands shook as she undid the zipper and rooted around the T-shirts, socks, extra rackets, tube of balls, and jar of muscle cream. Finally, she found what she was looking for at the very bottom: a bottle of lemon-lime AminoSpa. Yes.
“I got it,” she said to Melissa. Melissa pulled out the bottle of Viagra they’d stolen from Nana’s drawer and emptied a pill into her palm.
“We should use more than one,” Spencer whispered. “More like two. Or three.”
Melissa nodded and pulled out two more pills. They used the bottom of the AminoSpa bottle to crush them up until they were a fine powder, then dumped them into the lemony liquid.
“When is Colin going on again?” Melissa murmured.
“An hour, I think,” Spencer whispered.
“Perfect.”