Chapter 82; An Old Flame
Sedona's POV
Dante Wells, was someone who was six foot two and had a backhand like a thunderclap when playing and a personality that dominated any room he entered whether he liked it or not. Before Enzo, there was Dante, a man who was fully imbedded in my life and was more of a thorn that I could not get rid of, and did not want to. We had met through tennis and had grown up on a rival, after he made a remark that girls like me, were not fit out for tennis and our rivalry was born.
Dante Wells, who had beaten me in the most important match of my junior career—Pacific Northwest Regional Championships, third set, seven-five—and had shaken my hand afterward with genuine respect and said,
"You're going to be a problem for everyone when you're older," and had been
