Chapter 184: Lay Low
Dante's POV
I found her in the facility at eleven.
She'd arrived before me, which she'd started doing—the early arrival that meant she was doing the footwork drills before I got there, the private work she'd been adding to the three-times-a-week sessions, the work she did when no one was watching. I'd noticed it because the court had the settled quality of someone who'd already been on it when I arrived, the faint trace of a session that had started before I'd gotten there.
She was at the baseline when I came through the door, working the inside-out forehand with the adjusted path. The shoulder extension looked cleaner than Tuesday.
She looked up.
"The shoulder is better," I said.
"It's getting there," she said. "Still pulls when I push the extension too far bu
