Page 154 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

I don’t allow myself to glance his way, but I can just picture him standing there, naked and confused as water courses down his glorious body.

I can’t even look at him. “No, I just really need to get to work.”

Those are the last words I say before racing out of there.

HADLEY

“He’s texted you how many times now?” Jamie asks as she pours white wine into a coffee mug and slides it over to me across the counter.

A smile forms on the corners of my lips when I scan the mug. “Are you out of wineglasses by any chance?”

“Yup. It’s either that or a measuring cup.”

I snort, bringing the mug to my mouth to take a swig of wine. “No time for dishes, huh? Shay must be keeping you very busy.”

I’ve always known Jamie to be a neat freak. The only reason she wouldn’t be on top of her cleaning was if she was on top of… well, Shay.

The mention of her girlfriend paints Jamie’s cheeks a deep shade of red.

She rounds the kitchen island before plopping down onto the swiveling stool next to me. “Don’t try to change the subject, missy.”

Shay and Jamie are so smitten with each other it’s become a bit of an inside joke.

It didn’t take the guys very long to figure out that Jamie melts into a puddle at the mere mention of Shay. They’ve been having a blast teasing her about it.

“I’m not changing the subject. I’m dropping it. There’s nothing left to say.” I glance at my phone resting on Jamie’s countertop.

“Nothing left to say? The poor guy’s been begging for scraps of your attention for days! I think the least you can do is reply to his texts.”

I cringe. “And say what? Thanks for the almost-sex, but we don’t stand a chance? He has to know that already.”

Irritated, she grips my phone and flips it over, holding it up to my face and cracking a satisfied smile when it unlocks.

“Hey!” I try to steal it back, but she pushes to her feet, distancing herself and selecting my conversation with Kane.

“Eight messages. He’s sent you eight messages since he left. It’s so obvious the guy is obsessed with you.”

A part of me wants to believe her.

Hell, a part of me already does.

He’s given me no reason to think that this is only about sex, and that’s a good thing, but it also terrifies me. What if she’s right and Kane wants to be with me?

What then?

Are we just going to spend the rest of the summer lying to ourselves?

Enjoy the time we have left while pretending we’re not going to crash and burn the second reality catches up to us?

I’ve already had to watch Kane walk away once, and it almost killed me. I am not doing it a second time.

“You done?” I swipe my phone from her hands.

A sigh escapes her mouth. “Hadley… you’ve been hiding out in my house since he got back. You can’t avoid him forever.”

Doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.

Kane got back from LA two days ago.

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