Page 143 of Break Point
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer. It’s casual, natural, like he’s been doing since we came back from Mexico.
Tony’s eyebrow lifts quizzically.
Uh-oh.
I think about letting go of Henry’s hand, but it’s too late.
“No les digas a mis papás,Tony,” I whisper as Henry opens the door for me. “Porfa.”?5
Tony zips his mouth theatrically and winks at us.
“Ya súbanse,pues.”?6
Tony drives us inside the country club, forces me to get a rainbow-flavored Blue Bell ice cream cup from the snack shop, and leaves us be.
Henry and I stroll around the gardens enjoying our ice cream until we reach the tennis courts, where we catch two of Henry’s old friends from school playing a friendly match. Jayden and Miles.
We walk over to them. Looks like they’re wrapping up.
When they see us, Jayden stops the match.
“Hey!” Miles complains. “I was winning!”
Jayden rolls his eyes. “That’s because your math is as terrible as your backhand.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Miles retorts. “I’ll let my terrible backhand do the real damage next round.”
Jayden ignores him and comes over to greet us. Miles trails after him.
“How about aprivate mixed doubles afterparty?” Miles says, biting his tongue in a bold, tauntingway.
I gasp, but it turns into a laugh. I’d already forgotten about that stupid headline.
“Miles, you son of a?—”
“Ohhh, we’d love to,” Henry cuts me off, flashing a wicked smile as he picks up one of the rackets and expertly twirls it in his hand.
I’m drooling.
“So?” Jayden beams at me. “You up for a match?”
“Why the hell not.”
“Let me find two more rackets,” Miles says over his shoulder, scurrying away.
I lean closer to Henry while Jayden fusses with his shoelaces.
“Are you okay to play?” I whisper. “Your shoulder …”
“It’s fine,” he says quickly, flashing one of those easy smiles that restarts my heart. “Going against these two will be a walk in the park.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Jayden says, lifting his hands. “We actually want toplay, dude. I was thinking Belén and me against you and Miles.”
“Dibs on Belén!” Miles shouts, hurrying back with two more rackets.
Henry rolls his eyes with a resigned little shake of his head.
“Whatever,” Jayden says, grabbing a racket. “You need her more than I do. Henry is a beast, remember?”
