Page 474 of Ruthless Court

“There are six boxes of Cracker Jack.”

“You have a problem.”

“You enabled it.”

“I know.”

I climb into the truck bed.

“This might be your best date.”

“Better than Bellwether?”

I hesitate.

“Don't push it.”

“That place had terrible poetry.”

“It had Kevin.”

His eyebrows pull together.

“The sourdough starter?”

“You remember.”

“I remember everything from that night.”

My heart does the stupid little thing it still does around him.

I sit beside him.

The movie starts.

An old romantic comedy I've seen at least four times.

Kane claims he hasn't.

I don't believe him.

Halfway through, I open the third box of Cracker Jack.

“That's your second.”

“False.”

“I watched you finish the first.”

“That doesn't prove ownership.”

“Hannah.”

I dig through the caramel popcorn.

“There's no prize.”

“What?”