Page 87 of Ruthless Court

“That isn’t an answer.”

“It’s the one you’re getting.”

I step around him.

His hand closes lightly around my elbow.

Heat runs up my arm.

I look down at his fingers.

He releases me.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Then quit walking away.”

“You’re not entitled to my time.”

“You humiliated me in front of the class.”

“You asked.”

“You could’ve kept your mouth shut.”

“So could you.”

His gaze drops to my lips again.

Brief.

Still noticeable.

“You don’t know me, Sandy.”

“I know what happens when the defense takes away your first choice.”

The words hit something deeper than basketball.

His face closes.

I regret it before he speaks.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“It didn’t sound like nothing.”

My phone buzzes inside my pocket.

Melissa’s driver is waiting on the other side of the old quad. If I miss him, I miss practice.

“I have to go.”

Kane steps into my path.

“Where?”