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“And I heard you whacking a bunch of tennis balls”

“Yeah,” he said “Good thing balls can’t hit back”

“I get that” His coh ht have all the cash anyone ever needed or wanted, but everyone always insisted money didn’t solve every problem

She’d just never bought into that before

“Did torturing tennis balls make you feel better?” she asked

“Soain “Until I realized Jase had come into your room”

“I heard a ru-deal tennis tournament”

“That was a long tio Do you play?”

“Unfortunately, none of my foster parents had tennis courts”

“There are public facilities, you know”

“Yeah, well, I’m told you need a racket, which costs money”

“I’ve got rackets you could use Would you like to learn?”

Would she? Kelly hesitated She loved sports Why not learn a new one?

“You could teach me how to play?”

“It would be ,” he said, glancing at the clock

She followed his gaze Nine thirty Daht No wonder Jason had showed up at her bedside

“But first,” Trey said, “we have awith the FBI”

SATISFIED THAT JASON could never get at Kelly’s weapon, Trey rose and returned the gun locker to the top closet shelf

“The FBI?” she demanded behind him

Trey returned to her bedside “Agent Ballard is on the ferry”

Looking interested, she sat up, and the sheet fell away, revealing her perfect breasts straining against her tank top He knew he should avert his gaze but couldn’t

“Have they erly

“I doubt it”