“So we’re going, right?” Cam looks from Willa to Taylor, who quickly turns back to her book as though she hadn’t been paying attention. “We’re literally minutes away from Minetto.”

Willa nods. “I’m in. Taylor?”

“We don’t have a car.”

“No, but we have bikes,” Cam points out.

“Two bikes.”

“Willa can ride on my handlebars.” He grins, and Willa can’t stop herself from grinning back. In her head, she’s been on approximately half a million dates with Campbell Nicholson, but none of them ever included sitting on the handlebars of a bike.

The fantasy is ruined when Taylor’s lip curls. “Count me out.”

“You know this is what Finley meant by time travel,” Willa says. “You have to come. Please?”

Taylor is huddled miserably in the cockpit with her paperback and her cat as Willa and Campbell pedal away from the boat. While Willa was changing from shorts and a tank top into her favorite red floral sundress, she considered not going. Even now, as she rides along the main road behind Cam with the breeze tickling the hairs on her neck, she feels a twinge of guilt for leaving Taylor behind. But going to the drive-in is what Finley intended for them, and Taylor had every chance to say yes. And Willa is not going to sacrifice the opportunity to be alone with the boy she likes. Not for Taylor.

It’s hard to talk as they ride, but it takes only about ten minutes to reach the drive-in. Cam pays for their tickets, and they walk the bikes to an open spot in the front row. She spreads a blanket on the grass while he tunes the weather radio to the correct frequency.

“Taylor should be here,” Willa says, sitting down on the blanket.

Cam drops down beside her and nuzzles the spot just below her ear. “I’m pretty good without her.”

Willa’s cheeks dimple as she smiles at him. His fingertips touch the back of her neck as he leans in to kiss her and she slips her fingers into his soft hair.

“Excuse me.”

They stop kissing at the sound of a woman’s voice. She’s sitting in the car beside their spot with the window rolled down. In the back seat, two small faces are flattened against the window, watching them.

“You’re not planning to have s-e-x, are you?” the woman asks. “Because I have kids in the car.”

Willa and Cam look at each other and start laughing. He shakes his head. “No, but you might be concerned later. This movie gets pretty violent.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about that,” she says as her window slides upward. “They’re just not ready for the s-e-x.”