“Great.” He slid off the counter. “I’m going to go hit the gym.” He stopped and then turned around. “But just in case you were serious about what you said...”

Okay, here it is. He was about to tell Sophie not to hook up with a teacher.

“It’s illegal to put cameras into locker rooms,” he said. “So you should probably use the V22s so you don’t get caught.”

“Already on it, Dad,” Sophie said.

“That’s my girl. Have fun studying, you two.” He walked out of the kitchen.

I opened my mouth and closed it again. “How was he not yelling?”

Sophie laughed. “What? Why would he yell?”

“Because you said you were trying to seduce a teacher. And the camera thing.”

She shrugged. “You know my dad never yells.”

“My dad grounded me for an entire week for wearing a short skirt and heels. You were spread eagle on our teacher’s desk and he just gave you tips on how not to get caught doing something illegal. Speaking of which...is it actually illegal to put cameras in locker rooms?”

“Oh, yeah. Highly illegal.”

“Sophie, I wouldn’t have gotten RJ to do it if I knew that.”

“It’s fine. RJ knew it was illegal. He knows what he’s doing.” She opened up the fridge. “Oh no,” she said.

“What?”

She pointed to the empty drawer in the fridge. “We’re out of pudding.” She sighed and closed the drawer. “Whenever my dad has any extra free time he always does this.”

“Eats lots of pudding?”

“No. Plans a prank.”

“Oh. Right.” I stared at the empty drawer. Uncle Rob loved his pranks. Especially ones involving pudding. “It’s not Thanksgiving though.” That was usually the day he chose to unleash puddingy hell.

“Yeah, he’s practicing, I guess. I’m going to end up with pudding all over myself sometime over the next few days. I should probably go change out of my uniform just in case it’s tonight.”

***

After searching the apartment for hidden pudding traps, we were now in the family room doing our homework. I kept glancing at my phone, hoping RJ or the kiss thief would text me back.

It took a whole hour before my phone finally buzzed.

I grabbed it. “We have access.”

Sophie tossed her calculus book to the side. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited for anything in my life.”

I logged in and my screen split into 6 smaller screens, all with live footage from the men’s locker room.

“There’s barely anyone in there. Can we rewind it?”

I rewound the footage to when RJ put it up. There was a closeup of his face in one of the screens. “Perfect,” he said and jumped off one of the benches.

“I’m so glad these cameras have audio. Look! Guys are coming in!” She pointed to one of the screens.