“They do your grocery shopping, too, Freckles? What kind of magical building do you live in?” Atticus rolled his eyes. “One with concierge services.” Jericho shook his head. “You’re so spoiled. Have you ever seen the inside of a grocery store?” “In real life?” Atticus asked without a trace of humor. “No. The lighting looks so…anemic. Kind of like something out of a horror movie.” “You’re adorable.
