confidence which cannot be good for our mission. We need Will full force. Cocky, self-assured hottie.” “Hey!” She was not allowed to call him a hottie. “Have you got a better way to describe him?” Uh. No. I didn't bother to reply. “I'm going to put a stop to this,” Grandma said. “I'm just going to have him wear my sunglasses.” She stood and went to her purse. She pulled out a pair of sunglasses that weren't the large framed Grandma glasses that I had expected. Of course, I had learned that Grandma was anything but typical. The black pair of Ray Bans would work fine for Will. Grandma walked over to the bathroom. “He can wear those instead of the lens?” Why hadn't Christie told him that sooner? “Yes, but it isn't ideal. He would have to keep them on all the time. Brenda comes off as eccentric when she keeps them on. Will might draw attention. The teens you guys are dealing with are just as likely to snatch them off his face as to give him a hard time about them.” She had a point. “And if he isn't wearing them, he isn't as secure as we need him to be. We have to be able to check in on you two. Otherwise, the risks of the mission may become intolerable.” Intolerable. Like the driver getting shot. “Will!” Grandma's voice carried from across the loft. “Don't be stubborn. You may need that eye one day. Wear the sunglasses.” I choked on a giggle. I hadn't seen them in action as grandmother and grandson quite like this. “My money's on Grandma,” Christie said. “She's a tough old bird.” “She is going to kill you for saying that!” She gestured away my concerns. “So you're betting Will will win?” “I didn't say that.” I didn't want to commit to either side. I didn't think Will could stand up to his feisty grandma on this issue, but wouldn't it be disloyal of me if I didn't pick my boyfriend? “Fine, you take Will.” “What are we betting anyway?” She considered for a moment. “Winner decides how we spend New Year's Day.” Oh please. Like I had a shot at some input in the first place. “Deal.” With that settled, we turned to watch the event unfold in the bathroom. Grandma was still arguing with Will. “I am not going to hurt myself, Grandma. Good grief! I'm here as a spy. I have to at least get this stupid thing in my eye.” “Now, Will...” “Grandma, go away and give me one more chance.” “Oh for Heaven's sake. You stubborn, stubborn boy. Just like your mother.” “Grandma, we all know who I get it from.” Grandma sighed heavily and walked back over to us shaking her head. “You gave up?” Christie asked in a blatant attempt to manipulate the outcome. “Shouldn't you stick to your guns?” “I'll give him his 'one more try.' What can it hurt?” “It could hurt my plans for New Year's Day,” Christie grumbled under her breath. “No cheating,” I hissed. If I did manage to win this bet, I was going to plan something heinous for New Year's. Will rushed toward us pumping his fist in the air. “That's what I'm talking 'bout.” “Oh no.” Christie hung her head. “Are you serious?” Grandma said. “All that time in the bathroom and all it takes is the threat of my sunglasses and you pop that sucker in your eye like a pro?” We won, and Will got the lens in. We're ready to get back undercover and we're doing whatever we want on New Year's Day. “Go Team Will!” I shouted. “Did you show him the sunglasses? I don't think he would have tried so hard if he'd known they were Ray Bans.” Grandma looked at Christie like she'd grown purple tentacles. “The point was for him to get the lens in. Why are you splitting hairs when I got results?” Christie blanched. That's right. Busted for being a bad leader. “Uh, you're right. Sorry. Good job, guys.” “As soon as Will's eye fades from stoplight red to a nice mid-pink, we'll send you two back out there.” Will came closer, grinning at his