I step out of the gift shop, tossing the tag of my new tropical shirt in a nearby trash can. Not my style at all, but still better than walking around without anything over my chest. The lobby is a bit crowded with families and couples decked out in red, white, and blue. If we had never come here this weekend, I would have forgotten about the holiday completely.

No sooner do I find a secluded spot to lean on the wall do I spot Allie, walking into the lobby. Her thighs are barely ...