Page 53 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

“Wait, he ghosted you, too?”

“Oh yeah. Well, he ghosted the guys. Didn’t even answer one of their texts. Such a dick move.”

I can’t help the scoff shooting from my lips. “Preaching to the choir, sister.”

“I swear if I ever see him again, I might have to sucker punch him in his moneymaking face.”

I pause.

She has no idea, does she?

“My mom didn’t tell you?”

She raises an eyebrow. “Tell me what?”

“He’s moving back for the summer. His mom wants him to lay low for a while.”

“He what?” she blurts out, earning herself a chuckle.

“I know.” I share the sentiment. “Oh, and get this. It’s not just him. Dude is bringing his whole team with him. His drummer, his publicist, his fucking private chef.”

Her eyes widen. “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit indeed.”

“Have you seen him at all since he kissed you?”

Jamie’s the only person, apart from Lacey, I told about our kiss in the shed. I texted her the second it happened.

She’s known about my crush on Kane since we were kids. I didn’t even have to tell her. It was that obvious.

“Nope. Unless you count the time he showed up to Gray’s funeral, completely shit-faced.”

Her jaw drops. “No way?”

“Yup. He could barely walk.”

“Damn… And you’re sure you’re ready to see him again?”

Am I ready to share a house with the guy who stole my first kiss and ripped my heart to shreds on my birthday?

Hell no.

“Whatever. It was a long time ago.”

My bedroom door opens the next second, and Mom pops her head into the gap.

“Sorry to interrupt, girls. Hadley, your food’s going to get cold.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Mom closes the door and jogs back down the stairs.

“I should probably get back to work,” Jamie says.

I trap her in a parting embrace. “It was so good to see you. Thanks for stopping by.”

She squeezes me a little. “You too.”