Page 125 of The Summer of Lost Things
“Just saying, this summer, if we decided we wanted to take this baby through the Great Lakes, we could renew the rental and ride it through the countryside. It sleeps four. So Jaz and Benny could join us, and we could just take a little peek at those Revolutionary War gold caches—”
“Alittlepeek?”
“The littlest!”
“Seb?”
He made a face and braced himself. “Yes... ?”
“You can help me move my stuff out of the dorm tomorrow.”
His eyes lit up. “Yeah? Roomies again?”
I nodded, ridiculously happy. “Wejustneed to agree on a few rules...”
“Nope, nope, andhell nope,” Seb said. “We only need one rule this time. The golden rule...”
“Do unto others?”
He shook his head slowly then flashed me his dimples. “Never leave home.”
