“I know who it is,” I grumble, swiping the phone up and pressing the green button to answer. “Hello?” “Riggs Sebastian Valentine, please tell me you aren’t clipping your nails at the table in the presence of a lady!” my mom yells, practically blowing out my eardrum. The woman is a saint, but if she knows we’re doing something we shouldn’t be, she’s the first to call us out.
