“I’m cooking you guys dinner,” I replied. “Knox requested pork chops and mashed potatoes.” Creed crossed his arms over his chest. “Why does he get to pick?” Knox set his phone down. “Because your girlfriend ran over here, hysterical, and begged me to remove the tarantula that got into her house.” My mouth fell open. “I was not hysterical.” Knox gave me a look that begged to differ.
