Page 75 of Double Fault

“Did you see the bathtub?” Maddie flops onto the couch on her stomach and kicks her legs back and forth in the air. “It’s big enough for me to swim in.”

With a chuckle, I ease onto the edge of the coffee table beside her. “You do know there’s an actual pool, right?”

“But a pool in our room is so much better.”

I guess I can’t argue with her there.

She rolls off the couch and is back on her feet in one swift movement. “I’m going to get my bathing suit.” With that, she flounces back to the bedroom, where I know it’ll take her a matter of minutes to scatter every article of clothing she owns.

Sabrina points at the now closed bedroom door. “Wish me luck with that one.”

An ache settles inside me. I need to leave, to meet up with Fisher and the rest of my team, but selfishly, I don’t want to go. I want to stay here. Spend the day with the two of them.

“I want to take you somewhere,” I blurt out.

Sabrina’s eyes widen a fraction. “Where?”

On a date.

“It’s Paris.” I shrug. “You should see the city.”

Paris is overrated, in my opinion, a total tourist trap, but the look of awe she’s worn since we arrived makes me want to show her all the sights.

“Maddie too?”

Hands gripping the table on either side of me, I lower my head and give it a shake. “She can hang out with Fisher.”

Sabrina twists her lips and studies me. “Do you have time for that?”

I’ll make time.

“Yes.”

Sucking her cheeks in, she turns and takes in the view one more time. “Okay. But…” She holds up a finger and zeroes in on me. “You have to promise that if you truly don’t have the time, you’ll let me know. I don’t want you to be a grumpy ass because you have better things to do.”

“Trust me.” I stand and slide my hands into my pockets. “I don’t have anything better to do.”

Her lips part at my admission, a tiny gasp fluttering out of her.

That isn’t technically true. I need to prepare for the grand slam, but fuck it if all I can think about is spending time with her.

“I better go. Fisher is waiting on me.” I back out of the room, headed to find Maddie for a quick goodbye.

Sabrina nods woodenly, mouth still open in surprise.

As I stride down the hallway to the elevators, I rub at my jaw. There’s a chance that I’m about to fuck up things royally, but there’s not one part of me that wants to go back on my plan.

Sabrina Howard is quickly becoming my biggest obsession.

Fisher hits the ball back over the net, and I dart to my left, but I miss it by inches.

Frustration roars inside me, begging to be let out, but I rein it in.

“What was that?” He throws his hands up. “You could’ve had that. You’re off today.”

I drop my head back and groan, then cross over to where my bag sits by the small row of bleachers and fish out my water bottle.

“I’m talking to you.” He clutches my shoulder from behind and forces me to turn.

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