Ronnie and Adam wheeled the bikes around the back of the welcome center and parked them by the broken windows in front of the ladies’ restroom. Ronnie stepped through the window frame to come back inside, but Adam hesitated, taking care to knock the remaining glass from the frame before he ventured through. “So dangerous,” he muttered, shaking his head.
The others ignored him.
Holding out the bobby pin to Ronnie, Court asked, “Will this work on the door? Bree might be able to do it.”
“I can.” Ronnie’s fingers brushed over Court’s with an almost electric spark. Then he turned towards the door and, hunkering down in front of the knob, went to work on the lock.
Court stood back, hands thrust in his pockets, and tried not to crowd his friend. Instead he watched Bree shove the tampons and m
