Chapter 17Miami, the near future
Alex woke with a start early on the last Sunday morning in March, unsure of where he was. Ah, yes, he thought, stretching luxuriously in the king-size bed that seemed to ride out over the Atlantic Ocean, courtesy of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows in the Ocean Drive penthouse, a loan from a tennis sponsor. If he had been momentarily disoriented, the sight of the rolling waves breaking on the shore, sliced by the sun that flooded his room, soon put his inner GPS to right. If it was the first Sunday in April in Miami, then he must be scheduled to play in the finals of the Miami Open.
He had done quite well since seeing Tamara in Paris—winning there but losing in the finals of the year-end tournament in London, only to win in Abu Dhabi before the Chri
