Page 155 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

Apparently, he and Drea had to go home to “take care of business.” My guess is it had to do with Joshua’s lawsuit and the trial, which is right around the corner.

Evie did mention something about Kane’s legal team trying to negotiate a settlement, but Josh refused.

“Josh plans to broadcast the trial online. It’s like he’s trying to make a spectacle out of it. Like he wants the whole world to witness the end of Kane’s career,” I heard Evie say to my mother while they were enjoying their morning coffee on the patio.

The last time I saw Kane was the day I gave him a ridiculously filthy blow job in the shower. And if I’m careful, I should be able to avoid him until the end of the summer.

Mom’s condo should be ready in a few weeks, which means we’ll be leaving the beach house and moving into her place sooner than we thought.

Jamie hasn’t kicked me out of her house yet, and since Cal got a summer job, I’m usually asleep by the time he comes home. Thank fuck. Having to see him every day would be next-level awkward.

My mom was suspicious when I told her I’d be crashing at Jamie’s for a little while, but I made it look like I was only doing it to be closer to work. Jamie’s house is a short walk away from Sandy’s, so I won’t be needing to use her car every day.

She wasn’t sold at first, but I pointed out that not having to use the car meant I’d be saving time and money. Not only is it a win-win situation, but it just made sense. Especially considering that I only agreed to stay at the beach house so that Mom and I could save up.

My phone chimes with a text just as I’m about to put it down.

It’s Kane.

Jamie peeks at the notification on my screen. “Make that nine texts.”

I decide not to read his text.

“Aren’t you going to check what it says?” she presses.

I chew on my bottom lip. “I don’t know…”

“For fuck’s sake!” She grabs my phone again, pulling the same trick by flipping the phone over and unlocking it with my Face ID.

She taps our conversation, displaying all of Kane’s unanswered messages, and a pang of guilt flickers in my chest. I take it back from her, giving in to curiosity and reading what they say.

Kane

I’m going back to LA for a few days. I was going to tell you this morning, but I didn’t get a chance.

Kane

Just in case I wasn’t clear before, I expect you to be naked in my bed when I get back.

Kane

Hads?

Kane

Now who’s ghosting who?

Kane

Hadley, just fucking talk to me.

Kane

Seriously?

Kane

I’m coming home soon. We’re going to talk.

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