“What are y’all still doing here?” CJ said from the doorway. He was drenched in sweat and out of breath. “It’s seven.” “You’re late,” Ray said. “But I appreciate the effort.” Cassandra rolled her eyes. “I should’ve known you orchestrated that. I usually have to drag Christian back to the house.” Gracie poked her head in. “Why are you still working? It’s—” “Seven! I know!” Cassandra shouted. “I swear, this family is going to drive me batshit crazy.”
