Free Undercover with the Hottie (Investigating the Hottie) by Juli Alexander Page B

don't have a clue about raising teenagers, especially twins who aren’t really twins but are actually secretly dating! Hello! I'm running a spy op here, and my gut was to have you do the asking. I'm not prepared for debates on parenting or psychology or sociology.”
    Maybe I overreacted a little bit. Possibly because I was already annoyed about the lip action Will was getting. But I wasn't wrong about the concept, and I was proud of my feminist tendencies. I sighed. “Fine. I get it. Best for the mission.”
    “I'm not even sure that was offensive to you. I was probably insulting myself.”
    I put my hands on my hips and glared at Christie. “Huh?”
    Grandma chuckled again.
    Will could read me pretty well, and he tried to intervene. “Um, Christie. She was already over it. Maybe you should have left it alone.”
    My aunt gave Will a glare that should have shriveled his eyeballs. “Thanks for your input, Will. I was going to say that what I had actually done was stereotype myself in my role as 'the mother' by making the assumption that 'the mother' would pay more attention to the whereabouts of the daughter.”
    Seriously? She was offended on her own behalf. I shared a look with Will. His blue eyes held a glint of laughter.
    “We should move on,” Grandma said. “We have a lot to discuss.”
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Christie opened her mouth as if to say something but then apparently thought better of it. Her chest rose and fell as she took a deep breath. Then she said, “Okay. Let's cover the inroads we've made already with the networks and devices. Nic should be updating us shortly. Then we'll discuss the best approach to the party.”
    “All we have to do is plug chargers into just about every outlet at the party, and they will disappear very quickly,” Will said.
    “He's right.” I could think of dozens of times I'd heard people complaining about somebody taking their phone chargers. “Nobody will remember to bring theirs out with them, and their batteries will run down.”
    “Guys are even worse,” Will said. “About not charging their phones.”  He glanced at me. “I'm not making a social commentary about all teen males.”
    I socked him in the shoulder. “The hard part is going to be keeping people from noticing. I mean, it's kind of weird to go to a party and take a bunch of chargers.”
    Christie nodded. “I guess you would look a bit odd. Like you were peddling cell phone accessories or something.”
    I leaned forward in my chair. “We can sit somewhere, plug in the charger, pretend to text or something, and then get up and move somewhere else but leave the charger. Then start the process over.”
    “As long as you aren't being antisocial,” Christie cautioned. “You don't want to alienate our assets.”
    “We can put some in the bathrooms and bedrooms too.”  Will blushed. “If it's at somebody's house.”
    “Right.” Christie looked pointedly at me as she said, “We'll know more when we find out where it is.”
    Oh, for crying out loud. I pulled out my phone and texted Leah. How frustrating.
    Me: Mom needs to know where this party is. Whose house is it at?
    Leah: Uggh. Parents! It's at Matt Daley's in Merrill Hill.
    Me: Thanks. Yeah. Mothers! :(
    Leah: You are going, right? And remember not to tell anybody about today.
    Me: I'm going for sure, and my lips are sealed.
    When I looked up, everybody was staring at me.
    “You were smiling,” Will said, nudging me with his elbow. “I guess you got the info.”
    “I sense that I was the butt of that smile,” Christie said.
    Huh? “Are you losing your mind?”
    Will snorted. “Smiles don't have butts, Christie. Or chins, or arms, or...”
    “I meant like the butt of a joke. You know joke... smile?”  Christie looked from Grandma to Will to me. “Okay fine. Where is the party?”
    “Matt Daley's.”
    Grandma typed quickly on the keyboard she'd attached to her tablet. “His mother and stepfather live in Merrill Hill. His father