Garrett stops, pivoting back to me. “Cute? No, Len, cute doesn’t work. Goddammit.” He looks around, then heads to the wall, getting into a position oddly reminiscent of Carter’s just minutes ago. “What about now? Still cute?” “It sure is something.” “No, not cute. Not even remotely. The correct answer is powerful. Rugged. Dare I even say”—he squats low, pumping his brows—“sexy.”
