Page 80 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

Cal offers me a panty-dropping smile. “Good seeing you again, Hadley.”

“You girls are coming to my pool party tonight, right?” Vince asks as they’re walking to the door.

“There’s a pool party?” I ask.

My ignorance seems to amuse Jamie. “Don’t you check the group chat? It’s all these assholes have been talking about.”

I haven’t.

Not since two days ago.

I’m not very active on social media. I must have two posts on Instagram, tops, and I rarely ever use Facebook. Plus, I had to mute these clowns before my phone exploded.

Worry sinks into my stomach like a rock. “Who’s going to be there?”

They tell me they’ve invited Brooke, Shay, Jamie, me, a few guys I don’t know, and that they’re planning on asking Kane.

I almost tell them there’s no way Kane is going to attend without everyone there signing an airtight NDA, but I decide against it. They’ll find that out soon enough.

“You should invite Drea. She’s fun,” Jamie suggests.

There’s a good chance she’ll say no since she already took the night off yesterday, but it can’t hurt to try.

“Is that okay?” I ask.

Vince shrugs. “Sure. The more, the merrier.”

“So, you coming?” Cal chews on the inside of his cheek, an adorable, hopeful glimmer in his eyes.

I don’t think twice. “I’ll be there.”

They head out a few minutes later. Jamie nudges me in the ribs with her elbow as soon as they’re out of sight.

“Am I crazy, or is there hella tension between you and my brother?”

I want to dig myself into a hole at her question.

“I don’t know. Maybe? Would it would be so horrible if there were?”

She laughs. “Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting for a girl to come around and make him realize there’s more to life than school. Even better if that girl’s you.”

So, I have Jamie’s blessing.

Good to know.

I saunter out of Sandy’s fifteen minutes later and get into my mom’s car, an overwhelming amount of pride surging in my chest.

There I was, worried about my old feelings for Kane ruining this summer.

Kane Wilder who?

* * *

KANE

“So, this is your life now, huh?” Cal asks as he drops onto the L-shaped sectional in the corner of my backyard.

Vince sets out in the opposite direction, plopping down onto the hammock on my right, and it’s like he just clocked me in the face with déjà vu.