Page 407 of Ruthless Court

“You're cute when you're possessive.”

“I’m never cute.”

“Your face is on posters.”

“That has nothing to do with cute.”

“Hey, Haverhill?”

“What?”

“You know I wasn't kidding.”

“About what?”

Her expression softens.

“Final Four.”

Something tightens in my chest.

“You really think we can make it?”

“I think you're going.”

“With your help?”

“With or without it.”

Then her mouth curves.

“But I'll make sure you don't screw it up.”

I laugh.

There she is.

I pull her against me and kiss her forehead.

“My secret weapon.”

“Your girlfriend.”

I go still.

She catches it.

Smiles.

Then steps out when the elevator opens, dragging me after her.

“Come on, boo. You're ruining the date-a-thon.”

I follow.

Happily.

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