Joe leaned in close. "Summer, I wanted you to win."

Summer's back was pressed against the car, with Joe getting closer and closer to her. She had nowhere to hide.

"No, no, no." Summer waved her hands repeatedly, pressing against his chest to prevent him from getting closer. "I accepted the punishment for losing the previous bet willingly. That's where it ends!"

"But then we made another bet. I remember what we bet on."

Not only did he remember, but Summer did too. The bet on whether Joe woul