Page 443 of Ruthless Court

Hannah does the same thing when she's analyzing a possession.

Then recognition lands.

“Kane Haverhill.”

I grin.

“Coach.”

His gaze shifts toward the registration table.

Then back to me.

“I don't see your name on today's camp list.”

I blink.

“What?”

“Winter skills camp.”

He points toward the entrance.

“Sixty-five dollars.”

A few boys laugh.

I shove my gloves into my coat pocket.

“I'm good for it, old man.”

Silence.

His eyebrows rise.

“Did you just call me old man?”

I walk closer.

“Maybe someday future father-in-law.”

All color leaves his face.

Beautiful.

The whistle goes into his mouth.

One sharp blast.

“Water!”

Thirty boys scatter.

Then he points toward the office.

“Haverhill.”

I grin.