“I’m having a party tomorrow night, are you gentlemen coming?” Cassy asked. I liked how she’d excluded me from that invite. Not that I’d ever go to her party. “Can’t. We have to work this weekend,” Colt said. She gave a flippant wave of her hand. “Your brothers own the place. I’m sure they’ll give you the time off.” What? Creed completely ignored Cassy and looked to me. “You ready to go?” I nodded and the two of them said their goodbyes to their friends, while Cassy stood there fuming. Once in Creed’s truck, I asked, “Knox and Keelan own Desert Stone Fitness?” Both of their shoulders slumped.
