A silver sedan pulled out with a trophy case in the back window, and the case knocked against the glass the whole way out.

Owen climbed in beside Eli and let out a breath that took the weekend with it.

His shoulders came down two inches, and he leaned his head on the window.

“Medals on the table before either of you touches a sink,” Claire said.

“I’m not fishing them out of the dishwater.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Eli said, and he said it cheerfully, and Owen said it half a second behind him.

She pulled out of the lot.