Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
NAOMI
“Looks like Reed and Sullivan will both be taking to the court together as Eastbourne champs. He just won in the tiebreak,” Wyatt said, breaking through the low hum of the music he’d chosen and Alisha typing away behind us.
“Great. Can’t wait to still be his weak link when we get there,” I drawled, making Wyatt laugh dryly.
“Are we going to discuss how that might work, considering he parks on that baseline and hardly moves? You’re gonna be doing a lot of running.”
I pinched my bottom lip between my fingers and twisted slightly. “But he only does it in a match situation. When we’re hitting against each other, he’s less of a robot about it,” I pointed out.
“Because it works, so I guess his coach is sticking with it. It kind of reminds me of you before you fired Mum.”
I snorted, although I could kind of see where he was coming from. “You gonna offer up your services to him, too?”
Alisha quietly gasped, and I flicked my eyes to the rear-view mirror to check on her. She looked shocked.
“Are you firing our brother?”
“No.” I turned my head to Wyatt. “I’m not firing you. But this, my career, has an end date, and you’re too good a coach to only coach me. At some point, you have to look forward to what might be next.”
He smiled. “This swan song is my priority, so although I’ve clocked a million ways that might make his tennis, and also probably his life, better, it’s not something I’m actively thinking about.”
“But you are thinking about it?”
He rolled his eyes. “Right now, I’m thinking about dinner and whether it’s a good idea for you to hit the practice court tomorrow.”
“I’ll answer that for you. No. I feel rough. You’re lucky if I even bother getting out of bed.”
A crease formed between his eyebrows. “You getting sick?”
I shook my head. “Nah, period danger zone. I’ll be fine. Just not on court tomorrow.”