“Well, are we allowed to be here?” “Define allowed,” I said, hoisting the black duffel onto the middle console. “I mean, it’s a free country. We have the constitutional right to freedom of movement.” “Carter…” She made a little eek face. “We’re not not allowed.” I shrugged. “No one’s booked the ice. Plus, I’m on Coach Miller’s good side these days, so we should be okay.” Bailey groaned. “So we’re definitely breaking in.” She was such a rule-follower. Adorable.
