Page 479 of Ruthless Court

“Kane Haverhill.”

“Keep watching.”

The letters move.

Reform.

BE MY ENDNOTE FOREVER?

I laugh through a sob.

“That is so corny.”

“I had two years to commit.”

“You put it in the sky.”

“Harder to say no.”

“You are terrible.”

“Is that a yes?”

I look at him.

The boy from the street court.

The athlete I swore I'd never date.

The man who flew to Chicago because he refused to let basketball stand between me and my father.

The person who waited when I needed time.

Who stayed when he could have gone.

Who never asked me to shrink so he could take up more space.

My future.

I slide out of the truck bed and drop into the sand in front of him.

His eyebrows shoot up.

“Hannah?”

I catch his face between both hands.

“Yes.”

His whole body stills.

“Yes?”

“Yes, Haverhill.”

His smile breaks.

Huge.