Page 402 of Ruthless Court
Noah considers that.
“True.”
Hannah looks around at them.
“Seriously, though.”
They settle.
“If you need something, text me.”
I look at her.
She corrects herself.
“Actually, maybe I’ll text you guys after games if I see something.”
Vale looks far too pleased.
“Group chat.”
“No.”
“Team Bookworm.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Final Four Intelligence Unit.”
Hannah laughs.
“Still no.”
Eli lifts his phone.
“Creating it now.”
I snatch it from his hand.
“You people have had enough access to my girlfriend for one morning.”
Hannah leans against me.
“There's a price.”
Everyone pauses.
Noah narrows his eyes.
“What price?”
“My thirteen-U team.”
Five expressions change simultaneously.
“You coach?” Jalen asks.
I stare at him.
