Page 264 of Ruthless Court

“I changed shampoo.”

“Why?”

“I bought what was on sale.”

“Prefer the almonds.”

I move around him before my face gives me away.

“Again.”

Kane resets.

This time his stance stays low. He drives left, protects the ball, and finishes the imaginary move.

“Better,” I say.

He turns.

We’re standing too close.

The ball rests against his hip. One of my hands is still on his arm.

His gaze drops to it.

I let go.

He doesn’t follow.

“You’re being strange,” I say.

“I’m standing.”

“You usually find reasons to touch me.”

“You complained.”

“I noticed.”

His eyes return to mine.

“You miss it?”

“No.”

“Then there’s no problem.”

He moves toward the rack.

I hate him.

I hate the open space when he steps away more.

Kane returns without the ball.

“Your turn.”

“I don’t play.”