he had no choice but to throw out random excuses to fool Mrs. Thompson. And the poor woman act

it, Mrs. Foster didn't see

amatic protest noises. Totally expected though-with tha

eing all the way to the fridge. Just standing in front of it fille

at random, ripped it open

hen a familiar voice floated over

ys show up when she was about to enjoy he

ning to glare at him. "My m

ps in her hand like they were a crime.

't underestimate junk food. It's this so-called tra

What's the point of explaini

s different. Why b

shrugged and said, "Fo

I figured I'd stock up a bit w

ersensitive ears picked up a low g

ice. She pointed. "

mbarrassed. He quickly turned his

st, said, "I definit

to her, clearly done

he chip bag a little shak

ot back, practically

r mouth, speaking between bites, "

t,

oking out of her mouth was stolen-by Marcus.

ctually

eaked out and shoved hi

d either. Why had he leaned in like that? But he quickly regaine

ble to think of a comeback. Technically...

s expected. Kissi