Page 457 of Ruthless Court
She ignores them.
“You betrayed me.”
Coach Goodwin coughs.
“I invited him.”
She whips toward him.
“You what?”
“After he showed up at my camp unregistered.”
Her head snaps back to me.
“You went to his gym?”
“Technically.”
“Kane.”
“I paid the sixty-five dollars.”
“That is not the problem.”
“I know.”
She's pissed.
Actually pissed.
Her cheeks are bright.
Eyes flashing behind those glasses.
Still the prettiest thing I've seen since I left California.
“Babe.”
“No.”
“Can I explain?”
“You flew to Chicago after I specifically told you—”
“I know.”
“Then you went to my father's gym.”
“I know.”
“Behind my back.”
“I know that part sounds bad.”
“It is bad.”
Her father backs toward the kitchen.
