Page 96 of P.S. I'm Still Yours
I’m quick to select an outfit and walk to my bedroom door. I’ve just swung it open when the door to the room across from mine opens, too.
The bedroom is Drea’s.
But the person coming out of it is Scar.
Well, well.
Look who finally acted on all that tension.
Scar is shirtless, his black hair is a tousled mess, and his blue eyes are so small he looks like he’s been up for twenty-four hours straight.
He, Drea, Kane, Jamie, Cal, and Vince were supposed to hang out at the docks in Hillford last night.
We used to do it all the time as kids, except that now, instead of just watching the stars and skipping stones, the guys pass a joint around and drink themselves into a coma.
I was supposed to go, but I got off work late, and I wasn’t in a drinking mood. Although, I take it from Scar’s walk of shame that he and Drea were in the mood for something entirely different…
Scar and I make eye contact instantly, but he seems too tired to give a shit about getting caught while trying to sneak out because he flashes a smile, quietly closes the door, and dashes down the hall toward his own room.
I’m hopping into the shower ten minutes later. I was thinking I’d go shopping for painting supplies today.
I miss painting more and more each day, and I may be flat broke right now, but I figured I could pay off my credit card once I get my first paycheck.
I’m jogging down the stairs shortly after. The smell of bacon makes my mouth salivate, and I make a beeline for the kitchen, excited to see what Sue’s got planned for breakfast.
I thought Kane and Evie were extra for taking their private chef everywhere they went, but I have to admit it’s been nice coming downstairs in the morning and finding a hot breakfast waiting for me.
My pulse stills when I turn the corner and find a shirtless Kane sitting around the breakfast nook.
He seems to be the only one who’s up, and I assume my mom and Evie are already at the club.
Kane doesn’t notice me, staring at something on his phone.
“Good morning, miss,” Sue greets me with a radiant smile. “How would you like your eggs this morning?”
I debate on telling her that she doesn’t have to call me miss, but I’ve told her five times this week and it clearly hasn’t stuck.
Kane’s head snaps up, the worry etching his face twisting my stomach into a knot.
Something’s wrong.
I want to ask him about it, but he closes himself off to any sort of interaction, diverting his focus to his phone again.
Okay, then.
I return Sue’s smile. “Scrambled, please.”
She nods, finishing up the plate on the counter before bringing it over to Kane. She places the food in front of him. “Your breakfast, sir.”
He’s so absorbed into whatever he’s looking at he doesn’t even hear her.
Inhaling a breath through my nose, I make my way to the breakfast nook and take a seat across from him. We don’t have to be friends, but we can at least eat at the same table like two civil adults.
Only, Kane seems to disagree because his eyes dart to me from the second I sit down, and he jumps to his feet in a knee-jerk reaction.
“I’ll eat later,” he drawls, and poor Sue doesn’t argue, clearing the table. “If my mom asks, tell her I’m in the gym.”
Right.