Page 55 of Revved up & Ready

“It isnot—” I protest, not actually sure what his bedding feels like, but knowing Devon custom-ordered mine from one of her specialty interior design places.

“See?” Cam says, “She won’t admit that my bed is better, so we end up switching back and forth constantly.”

Without thinking, I offer, “You should stay in my bed. You can help me convince Cam it’s better.”

The conversation moves on to plans for the rest of the evening—bowling, randomly—but I barely hear a word of it as Irealize what I just committed to. Sure, Skye can sleep in my bed. But that means I’ll be sleeping in Cam’s—with him.

It’s still all I can think about in the truck on the way to the bowling alley, when we rent those ugly shoes, and he plugs my name in as Sunshine to show next to my score.

But ifhe’snervous, he doesn’t show it. He plays the part of my boyfriend without a hitch.

It’s natural and easy, and for a few brief moments, I indulge the idea that this could be real.It would be just like this, wouldn’t it?But just as quickly, I shake it off. I might feel better after we talked about the reasons racing scares me, but that doesn’t mean I’m no longer scared.

He pulls me into his lap after I bowl an eight. “Not bad, Sunshine.”

“Got a long way to go if I’m ever going to hit three hundred,” I laugh, leaning into him.

He runs his hand up between my sweater and dress, holding onto my low ribs. “I think I need to get you one of those bowling shirts—a yellow one with‘Sunshine’embroidered in cursive on the front,” he says.

“Oh, youdo?” I ask.

“I do,” he says, nodding solemnly. “If you’re going to bowl a perfect game, you need the gear to pull it off. Actually, I should get you a ball and shoes, too. And lessons.”

“That’s a lot of things foryouto do soIcan—”

“Cameron,” Allie’s voice cuts in. “Quit flirting with your girlfriend. You’re up next.”

He lifts me from his lap and sets me on the seat next to his. “It’ll be a strike, just for you.”

“I’m so happy he found you,” Skye says, leaning in from my other side as soon as Cam walks away.

“Found me?” I ask.

“He’s been looking,” she says, spinning to face me. “I think he always wanted a girlfriend.” She glances up to make sure he’s not coming. “We always joke that I was his prom date, but I was only ten. I remember he ended up babysitting me while Luke went. He asked a girl he liked, and she said no. He made me spaghetti for dinner, and we danced in the kitchen to Britney Spears. My mom still has a picture of us on the fridge from that night.”

“That’s so sweet,” I say, imagining a seventeen-year-old Cam spending prom night with his friend’s little sister. “But also, kind of sad.”

“Yeah, it’s both. He’s such a good guy,” Skye agrees. “That’s why I’m glad he has you now. He deserves the happiness.”

The sound of a ball hitting pins draws both our attentions, and we see Cam with his arms in the air. He rushes back over, moving me back into his lap. “I told you I’d get a strike for you.” Narrowing his eyes at Skye, he asks, “She talkin’ shit?”

“Of course,” she says, shoving him in the arm. “You’re theworst.”

Bowling is such an unexpected good time, I completely forget about sharing a bed with Cam until Skye gets in his truck with us at the end of the night.

After I get her settled with fresh bedding, I walk the short distance down the hall to his room. “I’m sorry I committed you to this without even asking,” I whisper, closing his bedroom door behind me.

“You know I don’t care,” he says, sitting at the end of his bed, wearing nothing but those low-slung sweatpants again. “Areyougonna be okay?”

“I’m good. No reason we can’t share the bed,” I say, standing awkwardly in front of him.

He gestures toward his en suite bathroom. “You can change in there if you want.”

“Oh shit.” I glance over my shoulder toward my bedroom. “I left all my pajamas in there. I didn’t even think about it.”

“You’re welcome to anything in my closet, remember?” he says.

I’d almost forgotten about that.“I thought that was just for your race.”

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