Page 113 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

Well, fuck.

“Dude, what the hell? Why didn’t you tell me the pizza’s—” Scar’s voice trails off.

I push Kane off me almost violently, as though I’m hoping that the distance between us will erase the closeness we experienced seconds ago.

Too bad the wet spot on my uniform won’t let me forget.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Scar says.

Kane doesn’t even acknowledge him, still staring at me.

I smooth down my shirt nervously. “I have to get back to work.”

I spin to leave, speed walking to the door.

“Oh, and, Hads?” Kane’s voice is like a thick root, emerging from the floorboards and wrapping around my legs.

I stop, glancing back at him.

“I’ll send you the bill. You know, for your pity gift.”

All I can do is stare daggers at him.

I’m about to swing the door open when my phone goes off in my pocket. My first thought is that it must be Fred calling to tell me to get my ass back to the restaurant pronto.

But it’s not.

The person calling me is Cal.

Hesitant, I press Answer and lead the phone to my ear. “Cal?”

Cal’s voice erupts down the line. “Hey, Hadley. Hope I’m not catching you at work.”

Technically, he is, but I’m way too curious to tell him that.

“It’s okay. I have a minute to talk,” I lie.

“So, um… I had fun at Vince’s party. It was great hanging out with you, and I was wondering if maybe… you’d want to do it again. Just the two of us, this time?”

I just know Kane and Scar are hanging on to my every word, but I can’t move a muscle. Maybe because I want them to hear.

Especially Kane.

“Oh, um… like a date?”

I swear I can feel Kane’s gaze boring holes through the back of my head.

Cal doesn’t take my hesitation as a good sign. “Only if you want to. Or if you want, we can invite the others and—”

“No, no, I want to.”

Do I?

I don’t even know at this point.

It couldn’t hurt to put myself out there. Maggie’s been blowing up my phone, asking for updates, and according to the hottie on her Instagram stories, she kept up her end of the deal and is having a hot summer romance as we speak.

“Great. I was thinking maybe we could get dinner.”

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