“Come on,” Kirra wheedled. “I bet you get a hell of a discount.”

“It’s not the cost of them,” Emma said as she pulled into the drive-thru lane of McDonald’s. “It’s the fact that you’re not yet old enough to drink.”

Kirra snorted. “Like that stops me.”

“Kirra,” Emma began but stopped when the speaker box of the drive-thru crackled to life.

“Welcome to McDonald’s, can I take your order?”

“Two bacon and egg McMuffins and a ...