Page 84 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

“Speaking of Hadley, did you see her? Girl got hot. Like real hot,” Vince says.

“Hey, I’ve got dibs, motherfucker!” Cal interjects.

He’s got what?

“Since when?” Vince asks.

“Since you have a girl back home?” Cal mocks.

“Oh, that? It’s not serious.”

Meanwhile, my brain’s still stuck on the dibs thing.

He thinks he has dibs.

The asshole thinks he can just call dibs on a girl like Hadley Queen and that makes her his? He thinks he can claim her and we’re all just going to sit back and accept it?

“Hadley’s mine. Deal with it,” Cal declares, flat-out ignoring Vince’s protests.

Fuck that.

Hadley’s not his.

Not in his wildest fucking dreams.

Cal turns to me. “So, you in?”

I’m going to show him just how wrong he is.

“Fuck yeah, I’m in.”

HADLEY

I didn’t think this through.

Just one of the things that crossed my mind when I jogged down the stairs and found Kane, Drea, and Scar waiting by the door for their ride to Vince’s party.

Jamie, being tonight’s designated driver, offered to pick me up at the house. Little did I know, she and Drea have been texting, and when Drea found out Jamie was picking me up, she asked her if she had room for three more.

Jamie couldn’t bring herself to say no, and, well, here we all are, squashed like sardines in her fifteen-year-old car.

The apologetic look Jamie gave me through the rearview mirror when I slid into the back seat made it clear that she didn’t mean to trap me in a car with Kane.

In all fairness, I was crazy to think I could avoid him by staying out of the house twenty-four seven.

We have the same friends. We’re going to get invited to the same parties, whether I like it or not.

I might not be able to stay away from him, but that doesn’t mean I plan on getting close to the guy. Although, seeing us now, you might think otherwise…

I barely had time to sit down and buckle up before Kane dropped into the back seat next to me—as in, right next to me.

He could’ve sat in the passenger’s seat or waited for Drea to get in so he could have the window seat, but nope. He just had to sit so close to me I can feel his body heat radiating against my thigh.

He did that shit on purpose.

I know he did.

I just can’t figure out why.