The door ripped open. Knox stood there, taking me in with wide eyes. Without permission, I ducked under his arm and went into their house. “What’s wrong?” he demanded. I had the heebie-jeebies so bad I wiggled my arms out to get relief before hugging myself. “There’s a giant tarantula in my house.” He stared at me for a moment and then the corners of his mouth slowly started to lift. I glared at him. “Don’t you dare laugh at me.” He snorted. “Knox, it’s not funny,” I snapped. That just set him off and he started laughing. I put my hands on my hips, fuming, and waited for his laughter to stop.
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