Page 483 of Ruthless Court
“Good?”
I look at the ring.
Then at him.
“Because I have a wedding to plan.”
His grin widens.
“And a dissertation to finish.”
“Less exciting.”
“And you have an NBA team to convince you're worth millions of dollars.”
“Easy.”
“Arrogant.”
“Engaged.”
I smile.
“Very.”
He kisses me again under a sky that still has our story written across it.
Footnote.
Endnote.
None of it fits anymore.
Kane was never the story I got pulled into.
He became part of mine.
And I became part of his.
Not the ending.
Not the beginning.
Every page in between.
Twenty-Three
KANE-TWO YEARS YEAR LATER
The NBA draft has terrible snacks.
I’ve been here forty minutes and Hannah has already rated the cheese plate a four out of ten.
“Too much garnish,” she says.
“It’s cheese.”
“The grapes are decorative.”
