Page 58 of P.S. I'm Still Yours
I thought when we saw each other again, he’d show little to no reaction. But the way he said my name—with utter disbelief—makes me wonder if he knew I’d be spending the summer at the beach house.
Did Evie forget to tell him?
He starts to say something, but he can’t finish his sentence.
Because I’m already racing down the stairs.
I can’t help picturing his sober sponsor on my way down, the similarities between us impossible to ignore.
She’s a redhead, just like me.
But the craziest part?
She had her hair in a ponytail…
KANE
“Where the fuck is it?” I bang my fist against the top of the minibar I know for a fact should be packed with booze—seriously, there should be enough to last me a decade.
I’ve checked everywhere.
Every cabinet.
Every nook and cranny of the beach house.
There’s nothing.
I thought I was prepared for this.
Put together a plan from the moment my mom waltzed into my hotel room the day after the Josh disaster and announced that she was dragging my ass back to Golden Cove for the summer.
I even got one of my minions to fly in ahead of time and stock up so that I wouldn’t have to worry about getting through her little intervention sober.
Looks like my mom wasn’t fucking around when she said she was done watching me destroy myself.
I’m guessing she thinks not giving me easy access to alcohol will force me to quit.
Although, if that’s her endgame… someone should probably tell her that bringing Hadley Queen into my house is the definition of counteractive.
If anything, seeing her again last night made me want to drink more.
When I saw her standing there in her pj’s… with her pouty, parted lips, cute freckles, and wild red hair…
Fuck.
It felt like someone had reached inside my throat, squeezed my heart into a tight grip, and pulled. She hasn’t changed one bit, and yet, everything about her is different.
Her hair is longer. It stops at her belly button now, and that body… it’s a curvy masterpiece. Nice rack, hourglass figure, sexy little ass. She’s got it all.
Not that I expected any less.
She was always beautiful, in a delicate, innocent kind of way. But now? She looks like she was put on this earth to torture and test the shit out of me.
It’s as though the universe threw together everything I like in a woman, and it spit out Hadley Queen.
I could hear the devil on my shoulder taunting me as I realized…
This is what I gave up five years ago.