“I’m thankful for Grammie and Pops!” Gracie shouted. “And all my families and for Bob Picklepants.” I barked out a laugh because the fact that my oldest brother, with the heart of the Tin Man, had not only gotten his baby girl the cutest puppy, but he’d allowed her to name it that ridiculous name. “Cheers to Bob Picklepants,” Hugh said, holding his glass high. “To Bob Picklepants!” everyone said together. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s eat.” Cage rolled his eyes before cutting up the food on Gracie’s plate beside him.
