Page 454 of Ruthless Court

“Rules are rules.”

“I'll Venmo you.”

“Cash.”

“You're enjoying this.”

“A little.”

He opens the door.

I follow.

Then he stops.

“Haverhill.”

“Yeah?”

“You think she's better than me?”

“At what?”

“Coaching.”

I grin.

“Guess we're about to find out.”

His eyes narrow.

“Don't get cute.”

“Future father-in-law.”

The whistle comes up.

“You're running first.”

Worth it.

* * *

By the time I reach Hannah's house, snow is falling again.

Big flakes.

The kind that stick to my coat and disappear against Coach Goodwin's shoulders while we climb the front steps.

I've been at his camp for four hours.

Four.

He made me pay sixty-five dollars.

Then used me as a demonstration dummy for twelve-year-olds.

I like him.