Page 412 of Ruthless Court

Protecting my name from reporters.

Yes.

I circled it.

Then I started the pill.

Safety first.

Preparation is not intention.

It is simply excellent planning.

I have repeated this to myself every morning for seventeen days.

* * *

Krista is less enthusiastic about my relationship.

That is putting it politely.

Her current emotional state appears to fall somewhere between offended and homicidal.

I mostly avoid her.

Stanford is large.

This should be possible.

Apparently Krista has developed tracking abilities.

She corners me on a Tuesday afternoon outside the athlete laundry room.

I’m carrying Kane’s hoodie and two towels because I made the mistake of offering to move his laundry while he met with a trainer.

The door swings shut behind me.

Krista stands against the opposite wall.

Arms folded.

Running tights.

Tiny tank.

Perfect ponytail.

She looks at the hoodie in my arms.

Then at me.

“You practically live here now.”

“Good afternoon to you too.”

Her jaw tightens.

“What do you have?”