Page 313 of Ruthless Court

Almost.

I pull back an inch.

Her eyes stay closed.

“Still going well?” I whisper.

They open slowly.

Gray behind tortoiseshell.

Warm.

Uncertain.

Happy.

“Ask me after the second date.”

I smile.

“So there’s a second date?”

Her cheeks turn pink.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You absolutely did.”

“I said ask me.”

“Friday?”

“Kane.”

“Saturday?”

She laughs.

I kiss the corner of her mouth.

“Sunday?”

“You’re ruining the moment.”

“You like me.”

“I’m reconsidering.”

I pull her closer until her shoulder settles against my chest.

This time my arm goes around her.

Hannah lets it.

We sit on the tailgate looking over thousands of lights that belong to people who have no idea we’re up here.

No cameras.