Page 467 of Ruthless Court

The biggest night of his career.

He still checks me first.

They lower me.

The second my sneakers touch hardwood, Kane pulls me against him.

His arms lock around my waist.

Mine go around his neck.

“You did it.”

His forehead drops to mine.

“We did it.”

“No. You did.”

“You were there.”

His voice turns quieter beneath the chaos.

“Every part.”

My chest tightens.

Then Vale crashes into us.

“Group hug.”

“No.”

Too late.

Everybody piles on.

Again.

* * *

The afterparty is worse.

Much worse.

Someone has champagne.

I don't ask how.

I am twenty now and still surrounded by men who require supervision.

I walk through the hotel ballroom carrying my shoes because my feet gave up an hour ago.

The team spots me.

Mistake.

Noah grabs a bottle.