Page 376 of Ruthless Court
My kitchen.
Bare feet.
Red-and-black flannel pajama pants.
Faded Stranger Things shirt.
Tortoiseshell glasses.
Hair loose down her back.
There’s a streak of flour near one cheek.
A stack of waffles sits on a platter beside her while another cooks in the iron.
For a second, I forget the three idiots pushing into the room behind me.
This is dangerously close to domestic.
I like it.
Way too much.
Then Hannah looks up.
Her eyes land on me.
Smile.
Then over my shoulder.
Her eyes widen.
“Vale?”
Vale spreads both arms.
“Knew it.”
I look at him.
“Knew what?”
He points at Hannah.
“She’s happier to see me.”
Hannah immediately shakes her head.
“No.”
Vale’s confidence cracks.
“No?”
“Absolutely not.”
She looks at me.
