Meanwhile, Sarah tilted her face up toward Stan, the streetlight catching the soft curve of her smile.
"I knew you'd refuse if I offered to pay you back directly. You've turned me down every single time I've tried, the dinner, the clothes, the money itself. You wouldn't let me give you a single dollar."
She paused, and her smile sharpened into something cleverer.
"So I figured that the best thing I could do with that money was put it toward making sure Quinn Carter doesn't get away with what he did."
She squeezed his arm lightly.
"The legal fees, the attorney, the documentation, I handled all of it. That's my repayment, Stan. Not cash. Justice."
Stan looked down at her. In the amber glow of the streetlights, with her hair slightly tousled and her eyes bright with quiet triumph, she looked less like a campus belle and more like a woman who had just outmaneuvered everyone in a room full of people who'd underestimated her.
