Creed straightened in his chair. “Sounds like you’re jealous.” The glare Keelan fixed on Creed surprised me. It wasn’t a look I’d ever seen on his happy and carefree face. “What if I am?” he asked Creed. “I didn’t think pretty boys got jealous,” Creed snapped. Keelan smirked. “Sounds like I’m not the only one who’s jealous.”
