Page 476 of Ruthless Court
A man who can take a free throw with twenty thousand people screaming at him.
His hands are shaking.
“Hannah Goodwin.”
My eyes immediately fill.
“Oh, no.”
His mouth curves.
“That's not the answer I'm looking for.”
“I'm going to cry.”
“That's allowed.”
He reaches for the little box in my hand.
Opens it.
My breath disappears.
The diamond is heart-shaped.
Not delicate.
Not remotely subtle.
A bright center stone held above a narrow band covered in tiny diamonds that catch every strand of light around us.
I stare.
“Kane.”
“I know it's a lot.”
“A lot?”
“Stella helped.”
“That explains everything.”
He laughs.
Then his face changes.
Softens.
And suddenly I'm eighteen again.
Tortoiseshell glasses.
Twizzlers.
A boy calling me Footnote because he had no idea I was about to become the whole story.
“You were never supposed to happen,” he says.
