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bag from my car,” he tells them. “Could you give me the keys?”
    One of the valets heads into a little hut that has keys hanging off nails on the wall, grabs Dex’s set, and tosses them to him. “It’s in the back right corner of the lot,” he says.
    You and Dex head back there. “So really,” Dex says, “how good are you?”
    You’re actually a pretty decent tennis player—you did make varsity your sophomore year—but you shrug. “I’m okay,” you say. “I can hold my own.”
    He pops the trunk of his car, and you rummage through your bag, pulling out sneakers, socks, a tennis skirt, a sports bra, and a white collared shirt and throwing them into your tote. You dig through your clothes a bit more and find your visor and a bikini and cover-up just in case you decide to go to the pool later, then you sling the strap of your racket case across your back, and say, “Okay, ready.”
    Dex eyes the model name emblazoned across your racket case. “That’s a nice one,” he says. “If you’re playing with that racket . . . well . . . how is it that I’ve known you for ten summers and we’ve never played tennis together?”
    You shrug. “You never asked?”
    He grins. “Well, I’m glad I did this year. I have a feeling we’re going to kick some butt on the court.”
    *
    AFTER you’ve changed, you meet Dex’s friends on courts four and five and they all introduce themselves. You learn that you and Dex are going to be playing best two out of three against Head Tennis Guy, whose name turns out to be Mitch, and his twin sister, Mila. Then the winner of your match will play the winner of the doubles match on court five.
    â€œYou want to start up at the net or at the baseline?” Dex asks you.
    â€œUp,” you tell him. Your net game is strong, and you figure you should put your best foot forward here so the group won’t regret asking you to join.
    After a little warm-up, Dex serves for the first point in the game, and the twins can’t even get their rackets on the ball.
    â€œNice shot!” you tell him. He’s even better than you remember.
    He smiles at you briefly, but then his face goes back to intense concentration mode. You know youshould watch the court, but it’s hard to take your eyes off him when he looks that way—his brow furrowed, his top teeth biting his bottom lip ever so slightly. You can’t help but wonder what that lip would feel like pressed against yours. Then he tosses the ball high, stretches out his racket, and whacks the ball across the court. Another ace.
    â€œNo fair!” Mila says. “You’re going to bagel us! If you guys win six games and we win zero, I’m so not going to be happy.”
    â€œWant me to slow it down?” Dex asks.
    â€œYes!” Mila says, just as Mitch says, “No!”
    Mitch is looking at you as he says, “We can take it. We’re tough.” Then he grins. Is he flirting with you?
    Mila glares at her brother. “Fine. We can take it.”
    Dex smiles and serves again. This time the ball is a little slower, but you’re not sure if it’s by design or if it just happened that way. Mitch gets his racket on the ball and slams it back. You reach out for a volley and punch the ball back over the net with a ton of backspin, stopping the ball’s momentum so it hardly bounces. A perfect drop shot.
    â€œForty–love,” Dex says. “Nice one.”
    You smile at him.
    â€œI don’t think these teams are fair,” Mila says to Mitch. “They’re both really good.”
    Mitch looks over at you, then back at his sister. “So are you saying you think we should swap partners?”
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