Page 86 of Break Point
“You wouldn’t want my dad walking into this now, would you, Coach?”
Henry snaps out of his trance, muttering a string of curses under his breath as he turns toward the door. His hand’s about to grab the handle when he throws over his shoulder, “I know all about your little tryst with Theo Da-fucking-browski.”
“Didn’t know the Chicago tennis scene was so invested in my dating history.”
We never actuallydated, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Theo made sure it spread to every scene.”
“Hmm.” I cross my arms, lifting a brow like it’s news to me. “Good to know.”
I know word got around about our so-calledsituationship, but what Henry doesn’t realize is that it wasn’t Theo who spilled the tea. His agent thought linking Theo to me would boost his popularity. As if Theo needed it.
By the time everyone found out, it was already over.
Drew, of course, had to dig up the details. He showed up one day with his unsolicited findings, swore he wouldn’t tell my dad, and handed me the information like I’d asked for it. I thanked him and moved on with my life.
Henry’s jaw flexes. “He better not lay so much as a fingernail on you tomorrow, or his trip to Australia is getting cut short.”
And just like that, he leaves.
There you go.
I would’ve given him a standing ovation if I wasn’t still reeling from his sudden burst of jealousy over Theo.
Feeling victorious, I gather my clothes, grab my phonefrom the coffee table, and saunter back to the bathroom. As I sink into the steaming water, the realization hits me: Henry has feelings for me. Strong ones. And he just handed me the key to rattling him into a fit of hysterics.
Grinning, I grab my phone to send Theo a time-sensitive text. One that conveniently aligns with my dad’s wishes and my new plan.
Should we expect a grand Theo Dabrowski entrance at the Coop Craft Brewery party tomorrow?
I dip my head into the water and wait for Theo to reply, which he does in record time.
I dry my hands, grab my phone again, and read his text.
Theo D: Only if you promise to be there.
Wear something nice.
Theo D: I always do.
You do now after hiring your stylist.
Theo D: I see you haven’t changed.
Do you want me to?
Theo D: What’s the fun in that? But tell me, is it true you’re done with what’s-his-name?
You know perfectly well who Liam is. Don’t pretend otherwise.
Theo D: Yes or no? I’ve missed you.
Yes, it’s over. And no, you haven’t.
Theo D: Why don’t you come over so I can show you how much I’ve missed you?
If he only knew I’m about to take Tim McEnroe for myself …
