“Heads up, ladies. The tequila has arrived!” Kim pushed Allie’s back door open with her hip and walked in with a box of clinking bottles and a bag of crushed ice threatening to spill over the side. She plopped it onto the counter with a grunt and headed back to her car.
“Need some help?” Lydia bounded out after her without waiting for an answer.
Eve and Allie unloaded the box of tequila, limeade, bar salt, and the largest margarita glasses Allie had ever seen.
“These aren’t glasses. They’re punch bowls.”
Eve glanced at the door Lydia had just bounded through. “I’ve given her strict instructions. No alcohol.”
Allie said, “Lydia’s one of the most responsible high school seniors I know. I wouldn’t worry.”
“I don’t—at least not when I’m with her.” She leaned her palms on the counter and
