Page 110 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

Because I’ve said those exact words before.

And I’ve said them to Kane…

It’s only impossible if you don’t try.

HADLEY

I knew my new job would have its downsides.

Downsides like dealing with angry customers, putting up with Ania’s mood swings, and watching my coworkers get prioritized just because they’ve been working there longer.

What I didn’t expect was my boss putting me on deliveries during one of the busiest weeks of the summer.

Today marks the start of Hillford’s annual sailing races. Around five hundred people are expected to visit from out of state, which usually earns Sandy’s a massive influx of customers.

The problem? Our delivery guy is down with the flu, which means, as the new girl, it’s on me to pick up the slack and miss out on some great tips.

I wasn’t in a position to complain since all waitresses have filled in at least once, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the small fortune Jamie and Ania are going to be taking home when this is over.

I’m on my fifth delivery of the hour when I make it back to the restaurant. Sure enough, we were hit with a bunch more orders while I was gone, and I’m back in the company car in a flash.

I take the time to check the addresses on the takeout bags and boxes in my passenger seat before igniting the engine. The address on the pizza at the bottom of the pile makes my stomach sink like a rock.

This order is going to the beach house.

And it’s under Scar’s name.

He got the extra-large Italian Delight, one of our most popular pizzas, but without the anchovies. That simple detail tells me he’s not just ordering for himself.

Kane hates anchovies.

Coincidence? I think the hell not.

I’m guessing the order is under Scar’s name because Kane couldn’t use his own. Can’t risk people knowing he’s in town over pizza.

Shit, I hope Scar is the one who opens the door.

I haven’t seen Kane since I walked into the sunroom and saw he’d raided the art store and gotten me more supplies than I could ever need. I also haven’t spoken to him since we got way too close in the kitchen.

I wasn’t sure what to say when Mom and Drea asked about the fire alarm going off at breakfast the next day. It wasn’t even on for a full minute, leaving everyone in the house to wonder if they’d imagined it.

Kane was in the gym that morning, so it was up to me to make up a story. I wound up telling them that I was starving and exhausted, which resulted in me nodding off mid-cooking and almost burning the house down.

I kick the gear into reverse and pull out of Sandy’s parking lot. I got this job precisely to avoid Kane.

Pretty ironic that my job is forcing me to see him now.

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My heart in my throat, I jog up the stairs leading to the beach house. I’ve been driving around Hillford for over an hour, fulfilling every order before this one.

Fred texted my phone to tell me Scar had called the restaurant to ask what was taking so long, and while I’m sure my boss told him we were completely swamped, that didn’t stop him from telling me to step on it.

I ring the doorbell and wait.

Three minutes go by with no answer.

Should I just go in? Something tells me I might be waiting a while if I don’t.

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