Page 97 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

Because the beach house has a gym.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.

Kane’s gone before I know it, and my blood sizzles with annoyance. What the hell is wrong with him? I should be the one avoiding him after everything he’s done.

Does he realize that the more he acts like he can’t stand to be near me, the more I want to follow him everywhere he goes just to spite him?

I’ve just told Sue to give me Kane’s untouched breakfast instead of cooking a new one when Drea walks into the room, her left hand smacked against her forehead.

“Please tell me we have aspirin,” she groans.

I decide to put her out of her misery before I start interrogating her about Scar. “I think I saw some in the cupboard over there.”

She doesn’t miss a beat, walking over and throwing the cupboard open. She’s gotten herself a glass of water and downed the pills in no time. Sue asks her how she’d like her eggs, and Drea gags, the thought of food making her nauseous.

She’s barely plopped down onto the bench on the other side of the breakfast nook before I pin her with a look that says, “I know what you did last night.”

She picks up on it right away, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing.” I dig my fork into my eggs and take a small bite. “What time did you end up rolling in last night?”

“I don’t know. A little after midnight?” She sounds like she’s asking me.

“Really? Because Jamie posted an Instagram story around two, and you were in it.”

The story was of Vince and Scar trying to light fireworks in their mouths. I’m pretty sure I lost a few brain cells just watching that.

She shrugs. “It must’ve been 2:00 a.m., then.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Okay, 4:00 a.m.,” she admits, a guilty smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

I’m starting to know Drea.

Probably because we’ve been spending a lot of time together lately. We get together in the home theater most days after work and watch our favorite reality TV show together. It’s really helped us bond.

She even confirmed my suspicions about her and Scar. I was right; he was the guy in her story. She and Scar got down and dirty on the bus the last day of Kane’s European tour.

Kane walking in right as they were getting to the best part kind of ruined the mood, to say the least.

Nothing else has happened between them after that.

Although… judging by what I saw this morning, that might not be the case anymore.

“What’s with the interrogation?” she asks.

“Just curious. What about Scar? Do you know when he came home… or if he came home with anybody?”

Drea avoids my gaze. “I wouldn’t know.”

I can’t conceal my grin. “I see.”

She can barely hide her own smile. “Don’t even start.”

“What? I’m just asking.”

“You’re one to talk, Miss Kane Wilder held my hair while I was throwing up.”