Clean Point by Meg Jones

Author:Meg Jones [Jones, Meg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Books Ltd
Published: 2024-06-27T00:00:00+00:00

26

Nico

hoax – Taylor Swift

I had been feeling good about my knee, experiencing less and less pain after practices and making sure I kept up with my physio’s recommended exercises.

Only to get taken out by a cat.

As I headed back to the villa, four of them had rushed towards me, coming out of their various hiding places amongst the flower beds. But when one large grey monster got under my foot, causing me to misstep, lose my balance, I fell squarely on my newly recovered knee.

I’d limped the rest of the way back, swearing under my breath every time I had to put weight on that leg. Sliding through the kitchen doors, I aimed right for the freezer, digging out one of the trusty ice packs that Elena had left for me there, and attempted to rest up for the remainder of the evening, my anxiety swelling as the pain refused to dissipate.

We were days away from London. If my knee could still hurt this badly from an incident with a pack of rabid cats, was I even strong enough to get through Wimbledon? I had weeks of competition ahead of me, hours of matches to play.

This was my shot. My chance. But was I really ready for it?

It wasn’t until I limped downstairs for dinner that I noticed Scottie was missing. I asked around, trying to find out if anyone had seen her. When the answer was no and a quick trip to her bedroom upstairs also showed that she wasn’t hiding from me there, I reluctantly started the journey over to the beach. It wasn’t far from the villa, but it was far enough that I shouldn’t have risked it on my injured knee. I made my way through the gardens, avoiding any more of the damned cats, when I spotted the floodlights of the tennis courts still on. I pondered for a moment, thinking of the last place I had seen her. She couldn’t still be there, could she?

Yet, there she was. Standing at the baseline, the crack of the ball meeting her racket echoing through the cooled evening air as the ball machine fired at her. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, falling out from under the cap I’d given her earlier. Seeing her wearing the baseball cap, my name stitched into the back, gave me a low hum of comfort, a continuous murmur in the background of my heart. I remembered the last time I found her here alone. The night she had come clean about everything.

‘What are you still doing here?’ I asked over the noise of the machine. Scottie jumped, snapping out of her zone. A ball pounded into the side of her, and she yelped.

‘Jesus, you scared me,’ she complained, stepping out of the line of fire.

‘It’s been hours, Scottie. Have you rested at all?’ I questioned as she pulled the remote out of the pocket of her pleated skirt, and the machine powered down.

‘I wanted to get it right.’

‘That’s what this is about?’ My brows raised in surprise.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.