Page 262 of Ruthless Court

I glare until it disappears.

Kane stands and takes a ball from the rack near the wall.

“Fine. Fix the mechanics.”

“I already did.”

“You said my hips open early when I’m irritated.”

“They do.”

“Show me.”

He moves into position near the screen.

I remain seated.

“You know what to do.”

“I know what you said.”

“That’s usually enough for most people.”

“I’m not most people.”

No argument there.

I set down my notebook and walk toward him.

Kane faces the screen, ball held at his hip.

“Start the move.”

He takes one dribble.

Stops.

“Your stance is too high.”

“Fix it.”

“You have functioning knees.”

“Hannah.”

I step behind him.

His back fills my view.

Broad shoulders under thin cotton. Narrow waist. The soft fabric of his sweats sitting low across his hips.

I place one hand against his side.

Kane goes rigid.

“Relax.”

“You touched me.”