Page 107 of Ruthless Court

Krista steps back.

“That’s what you think of me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You did.”

“I said some women.”

“You were looking at me.”

Kane’s jaw tightens.

Krista grabs the car door handle, then stops.

“You’re still searching every room for Stella.”

His shoulders go rigid.

“And when she isn’t there,” Krista continues, “you start looking for that weird girl in the giant glasses.”

My fry stops halfway to my mouth.

Lila slowly turns her head toward me.

I lower the fry.

Kane glances toward the restaurant.

“What girl?”

Krista lets out a disbelieving laugh.

“The one you’ve been asking everybody about.”

“I asked Eli.”

“You asked three teammates and some freshman manager who lives near the old quad.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It means you talk more about her than you ever talked about me.”

“She knows something about my game.”

“Then hire a private coach.”

“I’m trying to find out who she is.”

“No, Kane. You’re trying to find out why she didn’t want you.”

He says nothing.

Krista opens the door.

“Find your own ride.”

She climbs in, starts the engine, and backs out before he can respond.