“Outside?”

“Yep.” His grin spread. “Don’t worry. I’d keep you warm.”

I didn’t know if I should giggle or tell him that last statement was kind of adorably corny. “Okay.”

His brows rose. “Okay to the movies?”

Biting down on my lip, I nodded.

“Seriously it isn’t going to take me another two months?”

I shook my head.

Cam looked away, laughing under his breath. “Okay. How about Wednesday?”

“Next Wednesday?”

“Nope.”

I sat my hot chocolate down on the coffee table. “The following Wednesday?”

“Yep.”

Counting the days down, I ended up frowning. “Wait. That’s the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.”

“It is.”

I stared at him. “Cam, aren’t you going home?”

“I am.”

“When? After the movies, in the middle of the night, or Thanksgiving morning?”

He shook his head. “See, the drive-in movie theater is just outside of my hometown. About ten miles out.”

I leaned back against the couch, confused. “I don’t understand.”

Cam finished off the hot chocolate and twisted toward me. He scooted over so only a handful of inches separated us. “If you go on this date with me, you’re going to have to go home with me.”

“What?’ I shrieked, sitting up straight. “Go home with you?”

He pressed his lips together and nodded his head.

“Are you serious?”

“Serious as my pierced eardrum,” he said. “Come home with me. We’ll have fun.”

“Go home with you—to your parents’ house? Basically for Thanksgiving?” When he nodded again, I smacked him on the arm. “Don’t be stupid, Cam.”

“I’m not being stupid. I’m being serious. My parents won’t mind.” He paused, nose wrinkling. “Actually, they’d probably be happy to see someone other than me. And my mom likes to cook way too much food. The more mouths, the better.”

There were no words.

“We can leave whenever you want, but obviously before Wednesday afternoon. You finishing the rest of your hot chocolate?” When I shook my head, he grabbed my cup. “And we can come back whenever.”

I watched him drink the rest of my hot chocolate. “I can’t go with you.”

He raised his brows. “Why not?”

“Because of a hundred obvious reasons, Cam. Your parents are going to think—”

“They’re not going to think anything.”

I shot him a look.

He sighed. “Okay. Look at it this way. It’s better than you sitting home, by yourself, all week. What are you going to do? Sit around and read? And miss me, because you’re going to miss me. And then I’m going to have spend most of my time texting you and feeling bad that you’re sitting home, all alone, and can’t even eat McDonalds because they’re closed on Thanksgiving.”

“I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. It’s not a big deal. I have no problem staying here.”