Page 98 of Ruthless Court
“Okay,” he says. “That’s freaky.”
“Exactly.”
“She could’ve heard it from someone.”
“Who?”
“A trainer. Assistant coach. Scout.”
“She barely knew my sport at the mixer.”
“Maybe that was an act.”
“Why?”
“To mess with you.”
“That’s worse.”
Eli looks at me.
“You like her.”
“I don’t know her.”
“That has never stopped anyone.”
“She’s irritating.”
“You like irritating.”
“She lied about her name.”
“You’re searching campus databases for her. Neither of you is behaving normally.”
“I need to know how she spotted it.”
“Ask her Thursday.”
“I plan to.”
He closes the video.
“And after she tells you?”
“I fix my game.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes.”
“No kissing Bookworm against an ivy wall?”
I stare at him.
The image arrives too quickly.
Her hood pushed back.
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