Page 397 of Ruthless Court

I move between them.

“Stop liking my girlfriend.”

“Your insecurity regarding my dimples is becoming concerning.”

“Your dimples have nothing to do with this.”

“They've historically had a lot to do with things.”

Hannah taps my arm.

“Hey.”

I look down.

Her expression is soft.

“I really don't mind.”

“I do.”

“Possessive.”

“Yes.”

The room makes a collective sound.

I turn.

“Everybody shut up.”

No one does.

Hannah grabs my hand.

That works better.

The room eventually settles.

She looks around at all of them.

“Actually, I want something.”

Immediately, five basketball players lean closer.

I stare.

Unbelievable.

“What?” Vale asks.

Hannah crosses one leg over the other.

“I want to see you guys in the Final Four.”

That quiets everyone.

Not a joke.