Page 61 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

She’s in a good mood.

Too bad I’m about to take a metaphorical dump in her coffee.

“You should’ve told me Hadley was here,” I confront her.

She stops dead.

She drags out a sigh and spins to face me. “I was going to tell you about them today.”

I cock an eyebrow. “Them?”

“Hadley and Lillian. I’ve invited them to come live with us for the summer.”

The hell did she just say?

“You what?” I spit.

After I saw Hadley last night, I convinced myself that my mom had invited her over for the weekend and she’d be gone first thing Monday morning.

But the whole fucking summer?

“Look, I know I should’ve told you, but it was a last-minute thing. Lillian called me two days ago and mentioned that she was looking for a place because her condo’s flooded. You had so much to take care of back in LA, I figured it could wait.”

Either she’s messing with me, or we’re going to have a serious problem on our hands.

“And you didn’t think to ask me first?”

Last I checked, this is still my fucking house.

Yes, I bought it for her because I remembered how much she loved the beach house, but legally, the place is mine.

“Would you have said yes if I’d asked?”

She’s got me there.

I would’ve shut down the idea faster than my career went to shit.

“They’re not staying,” I state.

Normally, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for my mom.

Everything she’s ever wanted, I’ve given her.

But there is no goddamn way I can share a house with Hadley Queen for two months.

“Honey, please. Be reasonable. It’s only for the summer. Lillian and I are going to be spending a lot of time at the club, and Hadley mentioned she was going to get a full-time job. You’ll hardly ever see them, anyway.”

“I don’t care. I want them gone.”

My use of the word “them” isn’t really justified here.

I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about Lillian staying for the summer. I like the woman. She’s my godmother and Mom’s best friend. It’s her daughter I’m worried about.

Spending this much time stuck in a house with the girl that got away is just asking for my self-control to snap.

“Kane…” My mom rests her hand on my shoulder. “Do you remember the first few months after your father died?”

Shit.