“Cheese and rice. Cheese and rice,” I hissed repeatedly as I slid in. The twins were both turned around in the front seat by the time I got in and were staring at me with matching perplexed expressions. I sighed. “My mom always said a lady never swears. Because I’d been the good child who was too afraid to disappoint her, I learned how to be creative. The habit stuck,” I explained. Creed snorted before turning around.
