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. I sighed angrily through my nose. “Because Knox graciously helped me get rid of the tarantula and I didn’t have to bribe him or anything.” My voice was chipper and my words dripped with sarcasm. “As a thank you, I offered to make him whatever he wanted for dinner.” One side of Knox’s mouth lifted. “I
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