Chapter Eleven
“Katie,” he looked up from his computer screen and melted her with a smile that could be justifiably used as a hormone shot, “come look at this.”
Kate suppressed a shiver and moved around the side of his desk to be close to him. She couldn’t seem to catch a breath and didn’t know what to do with her hands. She stuck them in her pockets.
“You ever hear of a place called Wimbledon?”
She saw a list of dates on his computer screen. “It’s in England, isn’t it?” she replied evenly, hoping her voice wouldn’t crack and betray her feelings.
“Right you are.” When he shifted to point a finger, his knee brushed the side of Katie’s leg and she felt her insides start to come apart. “Home to one of the world’s greatest tennis tournaments. They play in two weeks’ time and Monica Sellec
