Page 68 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

It’s empty.

So is the dining room.

I assume everyone’s stepped out to enjoy the sun until I hear what sounds like an argument in the distance.

“Motherfucker, you’re not going to win this one.”

I halt my steps.

“Watch me.” I recognize Kane’s voice.

They’re in the living room.

“Stop cheating!” The other voice belongs to Scar.

I don’t miss a beat, spinning and walking away. I’m not in the mood for Kane’s blunt remarks and rude staring. Although, I did want to ask Drea if she’d like to come tonight.

She seems nice, and I figured it couldn’t hurt to have an ally in this house. Might help me get through the summer.

I debate on going through the house to find her but quickly talk myself out of it, deciding to head upstairs to try and hide the dark circles under my eyes instead.

I’m afraid even my best concealer won’t be able to mask my exhaustion. I couldn’t go back to sleep after seeing Kane and his sober sponsor in the bathroom this morning.

I just kept staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment when they caught me eavesdropping.

He seemed shocked to see me.

And judging by the small snippet of conversation I overheard this morning, his mom had neglected to tell him she’d invited us to live with them for the summer.

I want them gone, he told his mom, dead set on kicking us out.

Good thing Evie knew just what to say to change his mind.

As much as I hate sharing a house with Lucifer, my mom deserves this vacation with her best friend. And I can’t afford to drop a few hundred dollars on a room when I should be saving up for school.

I was hiding out in the hall next to the kitchen when Drea came up behind me and caught me listening to their conversation.

She didn’t say anything or ask me what I was doing, but the amused smile dancing on her lips told me I was busted.

My growling stomach leads me back downstairs an hour later. I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and I’m going to need a snack to hold me over until dinner.

The guys are still bickering in the living room, but I easily tune them out, checking myself in the hall mirror on my way to the kitchen.

I went a little overboard, I’ll admit. I usually apply a few coats of mascara and call it a day, but I wanted to make a good impression, so I did winged eyeliner.

I’m hoping my laid-back outfit balances out my makeup. My skinny jeans and washed-out T-shirt are as casual as you can get.

I smile when I scan Gray’s Star Wars T-shirt in the mirror.

It says “Who Da Man? Yoda Man.”

Mom donated most of Gray’s things a few years back, but I kept all of his funny quotes T-shirts.

Every single one of them.

I’ve just entered the kitchen to fix myself a snack when Drea’s voice cuts through the first floor. “Okay, now that was definitely cheating.”

She’s here.