Page 114 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

“I’d love that. When?”

“How does tomorrow night sound?” he suggests.

“I have to work tomorrow, but I get off at seven. I’d need an hour to shower and get ready after. Is that okay?”

“Absolutely. I’ll pick you up at home whenever you’re ready.”

“Awesome,” I say, fighting the urge to turn around and catch a glimpse of Kane’s reaction.

Is he jealous?

Annoyed?

Indifferent?

I have no idea how I manage to resist looking at his face.

“It’s a date,” Cal jokes.

We exchange goodbyes a few minutes later.

Then I’m out the door.

* * *

The next day rolls around in the blink of an eye—might be because I’m still filling in for our delivery guy, and I haven’t had a second to breathe since my shift started.

Ania asked me to close the restaurant for her tonight, and not only did I have the courage to say no, but I actually had a valid reason this time.

I have a date, I told her. She wasn’t too happy about it, but she wound up getting Jamie to cover for her. I check myself in the bathroom mirror one last time before racing down the stairs. Cal should be here any second now.

I’m halfway to the first floor when my phone pings with not one but two messages.

To my surprise, the sender isn’t Cal.

It’s an unknown number.

Unknown Number

Cancel the date.

Unknown Number

I mean it.

HADLEY

I knew something was wrong from the moment we got to the fancy restaurant Cal picked out an hour ago…

And at the risk of sounding like a total cliché, it’s got nothing to do with him.

It’s all me.

I went from drooling all over him at Vince’s party to seeing him in an entirely platonic way.

And it’s not like I don’t notice how good he looks. I see his loose curls, sharp jaw, and dimpled smile. I just don’t feel any type of way about them anymore.

At first, I thought the stress of starting a new job and moving to a different town was the reason for my libido being all out of whack.

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