Page 121 of Ruthless Court
Good.
I set my laptop on the desk and wait.
Students drift in.
Professor Aldridge organizes his papers at the front while I check the time twice.
Five minutes before class, the door opens.
She walks in wearing an oversized burgundy hoodie, black leggings, Uggs, and those tortoiseshell glasses.
Hair twisted into a high bun.
There she is.
No black top. No soft waves. No silver hoops.
Still Hannah.
I see it immediately now.
The mouth.
The large gray eyes behind the lenses.
The exact expression she wore when she told me she didn’t have a cousin named Sandy.
She reaches my row and stops.
Her gaze moves from me to the seat.
“You’re early.”
“Hannah.”
One eyebrow lifts.
There.
The tiniest crack in her control.
“You learned my name.”
“I did.”
She adjusts the strap on her backpack.
“Congratulations.”
“You could’ve saved me the trouble.”
“You never asked.”
“I asked at the beach.”
“You asked Sandy.”
My jaw tightens.
