“It’s just … fucking look at that handsome floofy marshmallow face.” He shoves his phone in my face, a picture of his huge-ass cat, Mittens, sprawled out on lush green grass, glowing beneath the sunshine in his mermaid costume. “Gran sent him a Valentine’s cardigan, and Len and I can’t even be there with him while he wears it on this special day. Jennie promised she’d put it on him and take pictures, but I dunno. Are Becketts trustworthy? My gut says no.” Garrett tosses his glove at Jaxon’s head. “Jennie’s an Andersen now, you douchewaffle. Get it right!”
