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Fisher frowns at me. “What are you?—”

He snaps his mouth shut and jogs around the net when I stretch out my shoulder. Behind me now, he works his fingers into the socket.

“Fuck,” I curse. “That hurts like a bitch.”

With a snicker, Elias motions to his bandaged knee. “Have some respect for those of us who are truly hurt, Baker.”

It’s a good thing he has the kind of personality that allows him to easily laugh off his accident. A positive attitude will only help his recovery.

“You know”—he continues while Fisher works on my shoulder—“you’re lucky I got hurt.”

“That so?”

“Yep.” He lifts his chin and grins. “Now you actually have a chance at gold.”

I want an Olympic medal more than anything, but so does every other athlete here. The chances of actually winning one are slim.

“I was thinking”—he curls his fingers in and assesses his blunt nails casually—“maybe next year, you and I should team up for doubles. We’d be unstoppable.”

I’ve never given doubles any thought. And withElias?

“Why do you think that?” I ask.

Fisher pats me on the back, then strides to the other side of the court.

I roll my shoulder around, impressed with how much better it feels.

“Our styles complement one another. Why not at least give it a try?”

“It’s not a bad idea,” Fisher hollers. “Might be worth practicing once you’re healed.”

“See?” Elias grins like the fucking cat that ate the canary. Cocky young prick. “Even your coach agrees. Think about it.”

“Are you going to let me practice now?”

With a laugh, he raises both hands. “Show us what you’ve got, Baker.”

CHAPTER 41

SABRINA

“Where are my keys?”

They’re not where they should be, and I need to leave in the next five minutes, otherwise I’ll be late for my meeting with Jessica.

Lucy rounds the corner, her lips turned down in a frown that tells me I’m not going to like what she has to say.

“They’re not here. Your car is gone.”

I blink. Blink again.

“Tell me you’re fucking with me.”

“It got picked up early this morning.”

“What the fuck? Why?”

Lucy grabs my hand and pulls me toward the front door. “It’s better to show you.”

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