Page 282 of Ruthless Court
“That face.”
I toss my keys onto the counter.
“What face?”
Noah looks away from the game on television.
“You look happy.”
“I’m frequently happy.”
“No,” Eli says. “You’re frequently pleased with yourself. Different condition.”
I open the refrigerator.
“Do we have anything edible?”
Eli slowly lowers his laptop.
“You asked her out.”
I stop with the refrigerator door open.
“No idea what you’re talking about.”
“You asked Bookworm out.”
Noah sits forward.
“He did?”
Eli points at me like he cracked a criminal investigation.
“I knew it.”
“You know nothing.”
“Where are you taking her?”
“None of your business.”
“Basketball game?”
“No.”
Both of them go quiet.
I take out a bottle of water.
Eli blinks.
“No basketball?”
“No.”
“Restaurant?”
“Partially.”
