Page 153 of Ruthless Court
“The boys?”
“Mostly. Their fathers too. Every minute I played came from someone who deserved it more because his tuition cleared without assistance.”
“That sounds familiar.”
The answer is quiet.
I look at her.
She closes again.
“There.”
“What?”
“You almost told me something real.”
“Don’t get excited.”
“I’m patient.”
“You chased me through three buildings.”
“I’m selectively patient.”
Briar Hall appears ahead.
I pull to the curb and shut off the engine.
Rain taps the windshield.
Hannah reaches for the door.
“You’re leaving without thanking me?”
“You followed me, hijacked practice, stole my equipment bag, and forced me into your car.”
“You enjoyed at least two.”
She turns.
“Which two?”
I don’t answer.
Her eyes hold mine through the lenses.
The car shrinks around us.
I reach over and touch the edge of her glasses.
She stills.
“Don’t.”
I slide them from her face and set them on the dashboard.
Without the frames, she becomes the woman from the parking lot again.
