rst se

walked off the red clay court toward the shaded seating area, grab

ed him a bottle of water. Boone's eyes swept over t

ed, leaning against the fence. "Did the 'wil

es drifted over to where Jaelynn was standing

said, his voice flat a

eyes lit up. He saw the ultimate oppo

he wrist and dragged her like a piece of

ith sweat. "If you need a doubles partner to pass

ing Jaelynn up l

ffer. A wave of low, dirty laughter rippled through the cro

ace. A wave of humiliation so thick sh

lip, tasting blood again. But

get back onto Dolph's radar in publ

y gaze locked onto Jaelynn's pale, trembling fa

aised an eyebrow. A

racket into Jaelynn's chest and pushed her hard

f the racket, took a deep breath, and forced her s

aseline, a violent figure burs

as G

e white tennis jacket with the embroidered

Jaelynn and threw the jac

his voice trembling with rage. "Y

The crowd watched in shock. Boone let out

e pulled the fabric away from her face and stared at her ex-

id, her voice eerily calm. "Who I play tennis wit

ence shattered Go

clamped down on Jaelynn's right

e on your knees," Gordon snarled, sque

pain. She tried to

ing, blinding pain shot up her arm and straight into her brain. Her face t

is other hand,

her

e of the net. It was freezing col

His eyes were fixed on Gordon, radiating a terrifyi

. He slowly uncurled his fingers, dropping Jaelynn's wrist. He gla

he racket dropped onto the clay. Her wrist was

nds up in the air. "You're ruining the mood! You'r

her left hand and grabbed her injured rig

r awkward left hand to

he looked across the net

id. Her voice shook, but t