“I think she likes you.” His brows rose. “Stephanie?” Creed snorted. “Colt isn’t the one she likes.” “Yeah, she’s had it bad for Knox for a couple of years now,” Colt said. “Really? She blushed when talking to you,” I pointed out. They both laughed. “You blush all the time,” Creed said. “That’s because I’m shy,” I grumbled as my cheeks scorched. Creed gestured to my face, laughing harder. “You’re like an innocent cherry tomato.”
