Page 269 of Ruthless Court
“Thank you for walking me.”
“You’re welcome.”
He keeps both hands in his jacket pockets.
No attempt to remove my glasses.
No fingers in my hair.
No slow lean that gives me time to pretend I might move away.
I hate the relief.
I hate the disappointment more.
“Good night,” I say.
“Good night, Hannah.”
He turns.
Actually turns.
I watch him take three steps.
“That’s it?”
Kane stops.
Looks back.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You called me.”
“I didn’t.”
“You said something.”
“I said good night.”
“And I respected it.”
His face is unreadable beneath the archway light.
I grip the strap of my bag.
“You’re really not going to kiss me?”
The question escapes before pride can tackle it.
Kane goes still.
The space between us charges.
He walks back slowly.
