Page 79 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

“I don’t even get a hi?” I say, rounding the counter and making my way over.

Vince’s arms open on cue, and I walk into his embrace without hesitation. I have no idea why I thought this would be weird.

I guess I always thought that since the boys were as thick as thieves with my brother, we weren’t really friends, but it doesn’t change the fact that we spent every summer together growing up.

“Holy shit, how long has it been? Like a decade?” I chuckle when Vince wraps his arms around me, lifting me up and spinning me around.

The last time I saw Vince was at Gray’s funeral, which makes it three years ago.

“More like a century. At least.” Vince puts me down, and I need a second to steady myself from all the twirling he had me doing.

I turn to Cal as soon as Vince and I separate, and my breath gets stuck in my throat. His eyes are so dark and deep I can’t see his pupils. Almost makes me wish I could tell if they were dilated—I have no doubt mine are.

“Pink look goods on you, Queen,” Cal teases, and I know he’s talking about my hideous uniform.

Cal stretches his arms out for a hug, and I don’t miss a beat, moving into his embrace.

He smells good.

Good hair, smells good, rocking body.

Nice one, puberty.

“Damn, Hadley, you look…” Vince pauses. “Different.”

I let out a nervous chuckle, pulling away from Cal. “Is that a good or bad thing?”

Jamie snorts. “Trust me, that’s a compliment in Vince’s world.”

Cal throws an arm around Vince’s shoulders. “I think what the dumbass is trying to say is that you look good.” He gives me a once-over, and I’m pretty sure I see his eyes flare. “Really good.”

My cheeks heat up. “I could say the same about you, Doctor.”

Am I seriously flirting with Jamie’s brother right in front of her?

Who am I?

“How’s medical school?” I add as if to make them forget I just shamelessly hit on Cal.

I feel his smirk deep in my stomach. “Kicking my ass. What about you? Do you still paint?”

I’m surprised he remembered that. “Not really. I’m so busy with school. But I’m hoping to start back up this summer.”

I’m usually not a fan of small talk, but the conversation that follows keeps me invested all the way through. I come to find out that Vince’s working on opening his own business—surfing related, of course—and he just started dating this girl in college.

I wrestle with the urge to ask Cal if he’s seeing anyone, but I figure it would be too obvious.

It isn’t until Fred walks out of the back office fifteen minutes past the end of my shift and asks me what I’m still doing here that I remember the guys haven’t paid for their order.

Jamie walks me through the process one more time, and I ace her test, making the boys pay for their food without looking at my cheat sheet once.

Cal checks his phone. “Hate to cut our reunion short, but Kane’s waiting for us.”

Kane?

They’re going to see Kane?

I had no idea they were talking again.