Page 57 of Double Fault

“How long until my dad comes out?” Maddie asks as more spectators file in and find their seats. Neck craned, she surveys the court like she’s hoping to catch a glimpse of him, though we still have a bit of time before the match starts.

“I’m not sure.”

In front of us, the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen gracefully sits down. Her curls are similar to mine, in texture and pattern, but they’re quite a bit longer, falling almost to her breasts. Her pink dress is classy and only magnifies her beauty. I find myself looking down at the green dress I thought was exquisite only an hour ago, suddenly feeling inadequate. There’s no way I could ever look as put-together as she does.

She turns around then, probably sensing my stare, and smiles. “Hi. Noah’s family, right?”

“Uh, I-I’m the nanny… Sabrina,” I supply. “This is his daughter Maddie.”

She gives my little buddy a warm smile. “We’ve met before. How are you, Maddie?”

“My daddy’s going to beat your brother’s butt.”

“Maddie!” I chide, my face flaming. The mortification coursing through me slows my comprehension skills, so it takes a moment for her words to sink in.

Brother. That means the woman in front of me is Elias’s sister.

She holds her hand out to me. “I’m Ebba.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Sabrina. Ebba is a unique name.”

Her responding laugh is soft and tinkling. “My mother is Swedish. She told my father that since she had to carry twins, she was picking our names.” To Maddie, she grins and says, “I do hope he beats my brother. Elias needs to be knocked down a few pegs.” She peers over her shoulder, then leans in closer. “Don’t tell him I said that, though.”

Maddie giggles, bouncing slightly in her seat. “I won’t.”

“I haven’t seen you around the grounds.”

I tug on the hem of my dress, suddenly worried I’m showing off more skin than is appropriate. “We’ve only been coming for Noah’s matches.”

“Oh, that makes sense.” Voice lowered, she leans over the back of her seat. “How is he?”

Unbidden, my thoughts stray to our moment a few nights ago. We were fully dressed, yet it was the most incredible sexual experience of my life. I can’t imagine what it would feel like to be skin to skin while he moved above me. Below me. Over me.

I clear my throat, wiping away those thoughts. “He’s doing okay. As well as he can be, anyway.”

She peers over her shoulder, then searches my face, her lips pressed together. “And Fisher? Do you know how he is?”

Confused, I frown. “He’s good.”

She nods and looks away. “Is he dating anyone?”

Hold on. Does Elias’s sister have a thing for Fisher?

“Not that I know of.”

With a long exhale, she plasters on a big smile. “Sorry for all the questions. I’m curious by nature.”

“It’s okay.” I dip my chin, though I’m not buying her excuse.

“We should hang out sometime. These tours are always such a dick fest. We need more women here. We’ll invite Elias’s assistant too. Whimsy is endearingly hilarious. She’ll be here soon.”

Nose scrunched, I huff a laugh. “Wait, her name isWhimsy?”

Ebba lifts one slender shoulder. “Her parents are a little… out there.”

“Whimsy,” I repeat, testing it out. “Interesting.”

“Honestly, it suits her. Anything else would be too boring.”

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