Love Game - Season 2012 by M.B. Gerard

Author:M.B. Gerard [Gerard, M.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-07-09T07:00:00+00:00

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The match was in the second set and the spectators had filled the stands of the Eastbourne main court to the very last seat. Marieke Bender was serving for the set after losing the first set to German Angela Porovski, who now bent over to receive Marieke’s first serve.

Tom had managed to squeeze himself into the photo pit just in time before the players went back to the baseline after the changeover. Marieke hit an ace and the crowd clapped enthusiastically.

Tom looked through the stands. There was Angela’s player box. He scanned the crowd once more. A little further to the left he found the seats assigned to Marieke’s team and also the person he was looking for – Michelle van der Boom. She was watching her doubles partner, Marieke, clapping at a fine winner made by her Dutch compatriot.

After another rally Marieke was leading 40-30. Two minutes later she walked back to her chair with a little fist pump. She had leveled the match and they would play a third set.

That was great! Tom jumped up. He had three minutes to get to the other side of the court before play would resume. He sprinted along the side of the court and out the exit, hurried around the stadium and entered again on the other side. Just before the umpire could say “Time” he took a seat next to Michelle van der Boom.

“You look like you just ran a marathon,” the Dutch player grinned while looking Tom over.

“Feels like it,” Tom said. “I hope it’s alright if I sit with you. I have a little back problem at the moment and sitting in the photographers pit is hell after a while.”

“Sure,” Michelle shrugged. She concentrated back on the match, but Tom couldn’t let her go now. Ted had come up with the plan to concentrate on blabbermouth Michelle, find out when she met with Anastasia and then pilfer Anastasia’s laptop.

“I hear you have a funny nickname among the other girls,” Tom remarked. Sasha had tipped them off that ‘Boom Boom’ not only referred to Michelle’s cracking serve, but to a delicate story that was never mentioned.

“Ask her,” Sasha had grinned. “She loves to boast about it.”

Tom felt Michelle turn towards him. Her glance burned on his face while he pretended to follow the match.

“That’s true,” she finally whispered. “I had a very good serve. Still have.”

“Nothing more?” Tom asked innocently.

“Of course, there’s more,” Michelle replied with a wry smile. “It’s a nickname I’ve earned for getting down to the nitty-gritty with a flick of the wrist. Basically the same as serving well.” She made a quick serving motion with her hand.

“Want to elaborate?” Tom asked, knowing that she would.

“A couple of years back I had a good run at Wimbledon,” Michelle whispered. “Perhaps you’ve heard about it.” Tom had. Michelle had won the Championship back then.

“I celebrated with one of the chair umpires. We had a quick romp in the broom cupboard of a restaurant,” she giggled. “Of course, the restaurant was full of very old and very important people.

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