“I have some juicy gossip,” I announced casually, knowing full well that I’d have to goat Will for a while before he’d finally crack.
I was pushing the cart slowly, watching as he kept pulling stuff off the shelves like we were prepping for a siege. We hadn’t even made it past the damn fruit aisle yet, and it was already filling up with an alarming number of produce bags. I knew why, of course—same reason as always. Cora wasn’t as into junk food as the rest of us. She didn’t have the same metabolism, and she definitely didn’t appreciate having her body weighed down by too much candy and greasy snacks. She liked her food fresh, clean, and colorful. Will, being his usual overachieving self, was making sure she’d have every fruit option known to man.
He hummed distractedly, clearly not payi
