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I shrug. “Not sure. I’ve never done it before.”

Her brows furrow. “Not with?—”

“No,” I cut her off with a glare. “Only you.”

Her body instantly relaxes, as if that admission means something to her.

What I told her was 100 percent true. I don’t understand the drive behind it. Maybe some part of me is scared that this won’t last and I want some sort of evidence that it was real. Maybe it’s a new kink I’ve unlocked. Or perhaps it’s Sabrina herself. The woman does drive me crazy, after all.

“I keep them locked away in a special app.” I haul myself up and shuffle to the minifridge. “There’s no risk of them being leaked.” Even if there was, I’ve made a point to only shoot from angles that make it impossible to identify either of us. Water bottle in hand, I return to the bed. “Drink up.”

She reaches for the bottle, but with a shake of my head, I twist the cap and bring it to her lips. Eyes locked on mine, she sips from the bottle without trying to take it from me.

“I need to shower again,” she complains when I’ve recapped the water.

Her hair is a mess, and the little bit of makeup she applied is completely ruined.

Fuck, I’ve never felt more smug.

“Worth it, though, right?”

With a roll of her eyes, she shoves at my abdomen, trying to push me out of her way. I don’t budge, so with a huff, she scoots to the opposite side of the bed.

“For someone who runs so much, you’re awfully weak,” I taunt as her delectable ass disappears into the bathroom.

“Take that back or I’ll run you even harder next time.”

I simply laugh as I scoop up my jeans and head for the door between our rooms. I need another shower too.

It hits me as I soap up my body again that I’m falling dangerously hard for this woman.

When I step out of the bathroom and discover Fisher and Maddie have returned, I’m pretty sure I’m wearing the most ridiculous smile.

Brows furrowed, Fisher points to the steam-filled bathroom behind me. “You were in there that long?”

I shake my head, still smiling like the biggest fucking fool to ever walk this earth.

He looks from me to the closed adjoining door, his expression turning from one of confusion to pure amusement. “Ah.” Clapping me on the shoulder, he whispers, “I think I liked you better when neither of us was getting laid.” He straightens, then, in a more serious tone, he says, “I’m happy for you. And you’re welcome.”

“Why am I welcome?”

“Because”—he grins—“if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have hired her.”

He has a point, though I have no intention of admitting that.

“You don’t have to stay,” I tell him when he settles on my bed again and resumes the Barbie movie he and Maddie were watching earlier.

He snorts. “Are you kidding me? I’m hooked.” He points at the animated scene on the TV. “I have to find out what happens next.”

CHAPTER 31

SABRINA

Every placewe’ve been has been glamorous, every spot on the tour fully equipped and up to date. But Wimbledon is in a league of its own. Celebrities stride around the venue, some flanked by security, others not. Wealth permeates the air in the form of cloying rose-scented perfume.

Expensive cars, expensive clothes, expensive bags. This place practically bleeds money. For a girl like me, it’s more than a little jarring. I feel sorely out of place despite the designer label on my dress—courtesy of Noah’s credit card and Ebba’s insistence. I feel like a little kid dressed up for Halloween. Even in a pair of kitten heels, I can’t help but stumble. God, what I’d give to slip into my trusty pair of boots.

“Are you okay?” Maddie asks, applying Chapstick as we make our way to the court.

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