The jacket I’d had for the past three years had been warm enough for Seattle, but I had to admit it wasn’t quite doing the job in this higher elevation. “I’m going to get one after I get my first paycheck.” There had to be a thrift shop around here somewhere that I could find a good deal. Cáel’s scowl only deepened. “You should get one now. You don’t want to get sick.” I chuckled at his grumpiness. “You’re giving Mr. Grumpy Cat a run for his money.” His spine snapped straight. “Huh?” “Easton. He’s always scowling and hissing.
