Page 241 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

No matter where life takes us, I’ll know we’ll all be back in Golden Cove come summertime.

“Where’s Drea?” Jamie asks the moment we move away.

I quickly scan the gallery, looking for Drea’s dark hair somewhere in the crowd.

I push to the tip of my toes to see above the crowd. “I don’t know. She said she was coming.”

“Is she bringing Lucifer?” Jamie grumbles, causing Shay to elbow her. “I’m sorry, I meant Lucian.”

I snort at the disdain in her voice. “Yes, she’s bringing Lucian.”

Jamie hates Drea’s new fiancé. Hates him with a passion. To be fair, he’s not exactly a pleasant person. Not only does he brag… a lot… but he’s also extremely self-centered.

It’s a special talent he has. It’s become a bit of an inside joke between all of us. Whenever he and Drea come to the beach house, we bet on how long it’ll take him to make the conversation about him.

So far, his record is seven seconds.

I don’t know what Drea sees in him, but hey, she clearly likes him, otherwise she wouldn’t be marrying the guy.

“What about Scar? Did he RSVP?” Shay asks, the elephant in the room becoming impossible to ignore.

“Kane said he wasn’t. I don’t blame him. Drea and Lucian did just announce their engagement.”

“Shit, that’s right. How do you think he’s taking it?” Jamie questions, and I wish I had a solid answer to give her.

The truth is, Scar is a closed book when it comes to Drea. He and Kane are still close, but Scar has strictly refused to tell him anything about why he and Drea broke up.

It never made any sense to me. Especially considering how head over heels in love these two were. One day, they were eloping, making plans for the future, and the next…

He was leaving her at the altar.

No explanation.

Drea spent the next year picking herself up. Scar moved back to LA two months ago. And he still won’t tell anyone where the hell he went for three years.

Not that it matters. When I asked her how she felt about it, she said she was happy with Lucian, and she couldn’t give a rat’s ass about Scar.

“Holy shit.” Jamie’s gasp captures my attention, and I track her gaze to the front door, where a tall, dark-haired blast from the past stands.

I’ll be damned.

Looks like Scar changed his mind after all.

* * *

We sold out.

That’s right.

Every single painting sold.

My gaze darts around the now empty gallery, and tears prick at my eyelids. To say my first gallery opening was a smashing success would be the understatement of the year.

All the guests left a half hour ago—with the exception of Jamie, Shay, Drea, Lucian, my mom, and Kane’s.

We got started on the cleanup as soon as the place cleared out. We have to be out of here before eleven. As amazing as this experience has been, I can’t wait to get home and sleep for at least a week.

My poor body’s been dealing with so much stress lately it needs a reset.

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