Mrs. Hamilton shook her head fondly. “These are my boys. I’m so proud.”

I grinned as I took a sip of the rich coffee. “They really are quite something else together.”

“Something else?” She huffed as she pushed from the table, grabbing her husband’s empty coffee cup. “That’s the nice way of saying their bat shit crazy.”

“Hey!” Mr. Hamilton’s head whipped around, eyes dancing. “You listen here, woman.”

“You can listen to my foot up your ass if you call me woman again.” Mrs. Hamilton refilled the cup and reached for the sugar. “And you can take that to court.”

Cam sighed and lowered his head.

I smothered my giggle with my hand.

His family was… wonderful. They were friendly and warm. Nothing like my own. I doubted my mom knew how to use the coffee maker or would lower herself to serving someone, even my dad.

Mrs. Hamilton put the cup down in front of her husband. “Aren’t you two going to the drive-in tonight?”

“Yep,” Cam said, standing. He picked up our bags. “We need to get going so we get a good spot.”

“Make sure you grab some thick blankets,” she said, sitting back down at the table. “It’s been getting really cold at night.”

I was kind of reluctant to leave his family, even if the conversation was pretty bizarre. I stood, thanking his mother for the coffee.

“No problem, honey.” Mrs. Hamilton turned to her son. “I have the yellow room ready for her, Cameron. Be a gentleman and show her where it is.”

A strange look crossed Cam’s face, but it was gone by the time we stepped out into the foyer. I followed Cam up the stairs. “I like your parents. They’re very nice.”

“They’re pretty cool.” He trailed his hand along the wooden banister. “Is your dad convinced that Big Foot exists?”

I laughed. “No.”

“How about the chupacabra?”

Laughing again, I shook my head. “Definitely no.”

He headed down the hall on the second floor. “My parents have a room upstairs and my sister has one at the start of the hall.” He stopped outside of a door and nudged it open with his hip. “This is the yellow room, because it’s yellow.”

The room was yellow, but a pretty buttercup shade and not school bus. Cam put my bag on the bed as I made my way over to the window overlooking a side garden below. I turned, catching a fresh scent of vanilla. “It’s really pretty. I hope your mom didn’t go through any trouble.”

“She didn’t.” He stretched his arms above his head, cracking his back. “You think you’ll be ready in about thirty minutes?”

I sat on the edge of the bed. “Yep.”

Cam backed toward the door, arms still raised. He tapped the top of the door’s frame. “Guess what?”

“What?”