He won the next heat, and I claimed victory in the last one. Although I wasn't entirely convinced he didn't let me win, given his height and longer strokes, I chose not to challenge the win. After all, a win was a win.
When he had to leave, I walked him to his car. There was a long pause, the first we'd had, if you can believe it. Cam cleared his throat and said, "So this guy I know, Kinsey, is having a party tomorrow night. Do you maybe want to come?"
"Yeah," I said right away. "I do."
The following morning at breakfast, I made the mistake of mentioning the party. My mother and Lily were grocery shopping, leaving just me and the boys, the typical setup this summer. "I'm going to a party tonight," I declared, partly just to voice it and partly to brag.
Johnny raised his eyebrows. "You?
