Page 39 (1/2)

It h, and I move around to block her from the final steps “The Prince fa out their recipe to just anyone”

“Rude!” She huffs, stepping back and crossing her arms

I glance over rin It makes her blink quickly as her cheeks flush She’s so da to the counter, I set the dry e of chicken “Hand me one of those”

She picks it up, and I begin the process of dipping it in the liquid o into the fryer

“You really expect me to believe you played pickup with Donald Prince? You?”

“What’s that supposed to mean? You think I can’t play basketball?”

“I just can’t iine it You strolled down from your penthouse here all the way to SoBro to play basketball in the park with a bunch of poor kids?”

“I feel like you’re insultingpieces of chicken

“I’ as a former poor kid Your kind never played with us”

“My kind?” All the chicken is in, and I hit the button to fry them Then I switch on the faucet and wash ainst rich kids”

“Puh-lease” She rolls her eyes, and I catch her by the waist, pulling her to me

She doesn’t fight o

r pull away, and I decide to be honest with her “I was a pretty lonely kid I was an only child, my dad worked all the time, and my mom died when I was ten”

Her brow furrows, and she does a little frown “I’m sorry” Her voice is softer

I give her waist a little pull “It’s okay I’d go to the Y and hang out with the kids there I s”