Page 333 of Ruthless Court
She points toward the door.
“Is having a sleepover with Stanford’s starting point guard.”
“Finish that sentence and I stay here purely to make your night miserable.”
She clamps both hands over her mouth.
Noor shakes her head.
“We can’t breathe a word.”
“Correct.”
“Not one.”
“Exactly.”
Lila speaks through her fingers.
“Mmph.”
“Thank you.”
I grab two books from my shelf.
Then another.
Noor watches.
“You’re bringing three books?”
“I don’t know how long practice is.”
“You’re sleeping over with Kane Haverhill and worried you might run out of reading material.”
“That sentence explains why he likes her,” Maeve says.
I stop.
The room goes quiet again.
Why he likes her.
Me.
I refuse to examine how warm those words make me.
I stuff the books into my bag.
Then I open my desk drawer.
Emergency Twizzlers.
Family size.
I add them.
Lila finally drops her hands.
