"Trust me, if we were actually fighting, we'd still be crawling out of the street." Rhiannon closed the front door. "It's confusing when it's for show. At least professional wrestlers practice the choreography first."
She peeked down her shirt at the pink skin under the cold vegetables, decided she'd had enough. Moving into the kitchen, Rhiannon opened the freezer door and stuffed them back in the rotation. Lower in the main compartment, she pulled out a couple of waters in case he was thirsty.