Page 67 of P.S. I'm Still Yours
“In two days. I have to come pick up my uniform tomorrow.”
“Girl, you are in for a treat.” She gestures to the salmon-pink uniform she’s wearing.
I snort. “Bring it on.”
The sooner I start working, the sooner I can get the hell away from Kane.
God, what a dick.
I still can’t believe how obnoxious he was at breakfast.
He just wouldn’t stop staring at me—I’m talking smoldering, intense, unwavering stares. The kind that make you want to shrink into your seat, Alice in Wonderland style.
Not only did he stare so hard the weight of his scrutiny almost gave me a fucking backache, but he didn’t say a word for most of the meal, just boring through my soul without a sliver of shame.
I couldn’t figure out what he was trying to pull.
Did he want to get a rise out of me?
To make me so uncomfortable I’d pack up and leave?
Either way, it was a critical fail. His borderline-stalkerish stares didn’t make me feel nearly as uncomfortable as they should have.
On the contrary…
It felt like his eyes were lighting matches all over my skin, leaving a trail of electricity and goose bumps in their wake. Don’t ask me why. My body better get its shit together before I hit that bitch with a cease and desist.
I shouldn’t find him attractive. The asshole essentially called me a snitch and said I couldn’t be trusted, which is grand coming from the guy who betrayed my trust by hopping on a plane the day after he took my first kiss.
I looked him dead in the eyes at one point, hoping he’d take the hint and lay off the ogling, but it didn’t faze him one bit. If anything, it only made things worse.
“Damn it, my break’s over,” Jamie declares after glancing at the clock on the far wall. “We still on for girls’ night?”
“You know it.”
She looks back at me over her shoulder as she walks. “Don’t forget to bring your appetite. My friend Brooke’s making her famous guacamole.”
“One last thing. Would it be okay if I invite someone? There’s this girl who works for Kane, and she seems really—”
She interrupts me. “Say no more. If you like her, I like her. I’ll see you two tonight.”
I offer her a thankful smile. “Sounds great. I’ll see you then.”
I’ve just walked out of the restaurant when my phone pings with a notification from the group chat with Vince and Cal. Jamie added me as soon as she left the beach house yesterday.
Most of the conversation consists of the guys blowing up each other’s phones with memes, but it’s been great getting to talk to them again. We’re all supposed to hang out later this week, just like old times.
Of course, it’ll never be exactly like old times. Gray is gone, and Kane is obviously way too cool to hang out with us mere mortals, but we’re not going to let that stop us from having the summer of our lives.
I check out the boys’ messages as I climb into my mom’s car. I’m hoping I’ll be able to borrow it for the rest of the summer as she’s supposed to be riding with Evie.
I check the time on my phone before starting the engine. I have four more hours before I have to be at Jamie’s for dinner and cocktails. Plenty of time to get myself to look presentable to meet her friends.
* * *
I pad inside the beach house twenty minutes later, the dread sinking into my stomach overpowering the excitement I was feeling just seconds ago.
I drop Mom’s car keys into the bowl by the door before kicking off my shoes and beelining for the kitchen.