Page 129 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

When the idea to throw Jamie a birthday party came to me, I knew I had no choice but to invite Shay and Brooke. It’s Jamie’s birthday, for fuck’s sake. I could hardly see myself not inviting her friends because Kane doesn’t want to mingle with us normies unless they’ve signed an NDA.

I figured since he was the one causing a problem, he should be the one to stay home.

It’s been hard enough to avoid him since our kiss. I wasn’t trying to get near him, let alone in a situation where booze runs high and inhibitions run low.

Shit, I was so sure he wouldn’t be willing to compromise on the NDA situation.

“Wait, so he’s not going to make them sign an NDA?” I ask when we reach the first floor.

“Oh, no, they signed it. You should’ve seen Brooke’s face when I told her who my boss was. Poor girl looked like she was having an asthma attack.”

A hint of jealousy burns within me. “Is she a fan or something?”

“The biggest.”

Great.

So, you’re telling me I’m going to have to watch Brooke drool over Kane all night?

Well, that backfired quickly.

* * *

We make it to Vince’s house twenty minutes early.

Cal was supposed to text us once he and his sister left the house, but we haven’t heard from him yet. I’m starting to worry something’s gone wrong. Jamie thinks we’re just hanging out at Vince’s house for no particular reason.

What if she decided to bail and stay home after a long day at work?

Drea tangles her arm with mine. “Relax, they’ll be here.”

The boys and I spent all of yesterday decorating Vince’s house for the party.

We hung up balloons, streamers, and a gigantic “Happy Birthday” sign and set up a minibar area.

Scar and Vince were in charge of buying the snacks, which is why you’d think this is a two-year-old’s birthday party—they got mini corn dogs, cheese sticks, and pizza rolls. All very elegant snacks.

They also dumped five different flavors of chips and Flamin’ Hot Cheetos into a single bowl, and I feel bad for whoever’s unfortunate enough to try their concoction.

“When’s Kane getting here? He’s still coming, right?” Brooke’s questions make my teeth grind.

She’s been asking us about him since she showed up. When she’s not fishing for compliments about her appearance—she looks gorgeous, as always—she’s bombarding us with questions about what Kane is like in real life.

Part of me feels bad about it.

She’s a fan, about to meet a huge celebrity and a total hottie.

I can’t blame her for being excited, but she’s being so damn annoying I wish we could make her sign another contract—this one stating that she has to shut her trap until the end of the night.

“I think they’re here. I heard a car pulling up,” Vince says five minutes later.

“What? They’re early,” I shriek, dashing to the switch to turn the light off.

I remind everyone to grab a party horn, and Vince, Drea, Brooke, Shay, and I scramble behind the kitchen island, waiting for Cal and Jamie to enter the house.

We wait a total of three minutes before we hear what sounds like Jamie’s voice on the porch. “Why are the lights off?”

Cal answers, “I don’t know. That’s weird.”

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