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"So why are we playing tennis?" she asked, once they were in the car She and Ang sat in the back, while Jameson rode up front with Sanders

"I ran into an old friend of ht it would be fun," was his answer

Ooohhh, this "acquaintance" is feet it now

"Is this ’she’ hot?" Tate asked

"Exceedingly"

"Barf Sandy," she decided to change the subject "Do you play tennis?"

"Not if I can avoid it"

"Are you going to play with us today?"

"God, no"

They pulled up to a swanky resort and filed inside Sanders disappeared into the lounge while Jahing at a story Ang was telling when soht her eye

There was a woman a couple feet away from them She was ridiculously tall, probably five-foot-ten, or eleven – in flat sneakers She earing a white pleated tennis skirt, so short it was alht white tank top Her shiny black hair had been slicked back into a tight ponytail, and she wore a white visor All the white set off her deep tan to perfection But that didn’t bother Tate

No, the way the woman draped herself all over Jaier, Tatum, this is Isadora," Ja away from her Tate smiled

Good boy

"Ah, hello, I aushed in a thick accent Tate couldn’t quite place it, it almost sounded Spanish, but not quite The wo from the back of her throat

"Oh, thank you, nice tous," Tate said quickly, nored it and leaned down, kissing Tate heavily on the cheek Tate had the strange feeling that she was being hit on

"But of course, I had to I had to led, leaning into Jaoing on? Is he trying to orchestrate a threesoiraffe

"Yeah, well, he is so …," Tate struggled to maintain her smile, "ferocious, I suppose How do you two know each other?"

"He didn’t tell you?" Isadora laughed, an al glanced at each other He looked just as confused as Tate felt

"I didn’t realize a conversation was necessary to have tennis," Jameson snapped, then walked away from them

"Ah I see you haven’t quite ta at Tate