chapter thirty-five
Around sunset, Cam came and picked me up for mini golf. I waited for him on the front porch, and when he pulled into the driveway, I ran up to his car. Instead of going to the passenger side, I walked right around to the driver’s side. “Can I drive?” I asked. I knew he’d say yes.
He shook his head at me and said, dryly, “How does anybody ever say no to you?”
I batted my eyelashes at him. “No one ever does,” I said, even though it wasn’t true, not even a little bit.
I opened the car door, and he scooted over.
Backing out of the driveway, I told him, “I have to be home early tonight.”
“No problem.” He cleared his throat. “And, um, can you slow down a little? The speed limit is thirty-five on this road.”
As I drove, he kept looking over at me and smiling. “What? Why
