Seth got fuzzy socks, slippers, and a long nightshirt that looked like his jersey. I hadn’t noticed that “Grabowski” with a giant thirty-four was on the back until Seth tossed the wrapping paper at Austin’s head and gave an exaggerated groan. I’d barely made my name out when Seth pulled it to his chest and hugged it tight. “Definitely my favorite number. Well, maybe my second favorite.”
