Connor POV
Only after I’m perched on my bike do I cut my eyes at her, stopping her midstep. “You’re not getting on my bike. You can ride with Rex.”
She purses her lips at me but climbs onto his bike. He looks at me, squinting his eyes from the glare of the sun. “What’s it gonna be? Beach, Lounge, Last Rites?” he asks with a heavy sigh.
I can’t risk the beach. But I also don’t feel Last Rites would be a good place when this is so new. “I suppose the Lounge. Unless you have a better idea.” Honestly, I hope it does. Even that feels risky.
“The mall cafeteria might be better,” Mia chimes in, a judgmental expression on her face. “We wouldn’t be packed against other people but would still blend in.”
Rex nods slowly, appearing impressed. “Mall it is.”
When we step into the spacious foo
