Page 3 of P.S. I'm Still Yours
I’ve always loved it here.
Nothing sets my heart on fire quite like vacationing in Golden Cove.
Whenever the end of the summer rolls around, I catch myself wishing time would slow down. I know summer can’t last forever, but I sure hope this tradition will.
We’ve been spending the summer at the Wilders’ beach house for as long as I can remember. It gives our families an excuse to meet up at least once a year seeing as Evie, her husband, and their son live in New York the rest of the time.
It’s the only vacation Mom has all year. She’s been running the convenience store my grandparents left her since Gray and I were born, and the only way she can afford to come with us during the summer is to work nights, weekends, and holidays.
She says it’s all worth it, though.
Not only is the beach house gorgeous, it’s located in a gated community with a tennis court, access to a private beach, and a bunch of other cool amenities.
Like Evie’s husband, most of the people who own houses around here are millionaires who spend the year traveling and only come back for the summer.
I’ll never understand how anyone could willingly leave this place ten months out of the year.
If it were up to me, I’d stay forever.
Saying goodbye to the beach house means saying goodbye to the ocean, colorful sunsets and sunrises, marshmallows by the fire, but most of all… saying goodbye to Golden Cove means saying goodbye to him.
Kane Wilder.
Evie’s son and the real reason why I just spent half an hour fixing my hair. I’ve had a big fat, embarrassing crush on Kane since, well, forever.
There’s just something about this boy that turns my brain into mush.
Maybe it’s his emerald-green eyes, his tousled brown hair, or the fact that he’s always been nice to me—well, nicer than Gray and his dumb-ass friends. Or maybe it has to do with him calling me Hads for as long as I can remember.
The worst part is this crush is the definition of unrequited. Kane is fifteen, two years older than us, and I’m pretty sure he only sees me as Gray’s annoying twin sister.
How could he not? I only recently stopped following them around like a lost puppy.
This summer is going to be different, though. I’m not a kid anymore. I’m supposed to be starting high school in September, which means I need to get over my silly crush stat.
You hear that, me?
Your days of swooning over a boy you’ll never have are over.
I should have no problem moving on now that Kane’s hit puberty. He’s not the same person anymore. He’s different. And not just because he’s gotten taller and his voice is deeper.
He’s moody, for one.
Quiet, too.
He’s barely left his room since we got to the beach house five days ago. It’s gotten to the point where Evie has to bring him food to make sure he’s eating, and on the rare occasion that he does leave his room, it’s only to use the bathroom or shower.
Oh, and his smiles seem forced.
Like he’s dead inside.
Note to self: look up ‘Does puberty make you dead inside?’
He didn’t want to go shopping with us today. He said he had a headache and he was going to take a nap. Evie didn’t question it, but I could tell she was worried.
I’m halfway to the front door when I realize I left my phone in the bathroom. I retrace my steps, grab my phone off the counter, and shove it into my pocket. Just as I’m about to walk out of the house, I hear something.
Singing.