I thought you'd be better at this."
"Why?"
Bridget shrugged. "'Cause your dad's a cop."
"Right," Matt said, shifting his body so he wasn't blocking the light. "Why wouldn't he teach me Breaking and Entering 101?"
Bridget stifled a yawn. "Might be helpful now."
"Patience, grasshopper." Matt inserted a second metal prong into the lock. "I know a few tricks."
Bridget heard a soft click, and Matt raised his eyebrows in an unspoken "I told you so" before twisting the handle. The door swung open.
"Slick, MacGyver," Bridget whispered, patting him on the head. "Remind me to give you a cookie.

Autor: Gretchen McNeil

I thought you'd be better at this."<br />"Why?"<br />Bridget shrugged. "'Cause your dad's a cop."<br />"Right," Matt said, shifting his body so he wasn't blocking the light. "Why wouldn't he teach me Breaking and Entering 101?"<br />Bridget stifled a yawn. "Might be helpful now."<br />"Patience, grasshopper." Matt inserted a second metal prong into the lock. "I know a few tricks."<br />Bridget heard a soft click, and Matt raised his eyebrows in an unspoken "I told you so" before twisting the handle. The door swung open.<br />"Slick, MacGyver," Bridget whispered, patting him on the head. "Remind me to give you a cookie. - Gretchen McNeil


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