Page 475 of Ruthless Court
“The prize.”
I shake the box.
“Cracker Jack has prizes.”
“Maybe it's at the bottom.”
“I am at the bottom.”
“Tragic.”
I push my hand deeper.
Something catches beneath my fingers.
“There.”
I pull out a small packet.
Except it isn't paper.
It's a box.
Tiny.
Deep red velvet.
My brain stops.
Completely.
“Kane.”
He doesn't answer.
I look at him.
He isn't beside me anymore.
He's standing outside the truck bed.
Then he lowers onto one knee in the sand.
No.
No.
My hand flies to my mouth.
“Kane.”
He looks nervous.
Kane Haverhill.
National champion.
Future NBA player.
