As usual, the stores were a crazy mess the day after Christmas, but in a way, that was part of the fun. Autumn and Laurel cheerfully looted the sales racks at Macy’s and Dillard’s, and piled up enough purchases that they were forced to take them out to Laurel’s little Jeep Renegade and stow them in the cargo compartment before they could contemplate any more shopping.
“What about lunch?” Autumn asked, trying not to sound too casual. “It’s almost one.”
Laurel blinked up at the sun, as if surprised that so much time had already passed. “Oh, sure,” she said. “I guess my stomach did growl about twenty minutes ago, but I was too busy grabbing those Seven jeans to worry about it.”
“And they do look awesome on you,” Autumn responded, which was only the truth. Laurel was blessed with long model
