Chapter 237: The Other Court.
SEDONA
Maria had found the facility on two days' notice, which meant it wasn't ideal.
Smaller than the one in Seattle. Fewer entrances to monitor. Cameron had mentioned it exactly once, in the flat unbothered tone he used when he'd already solved the problem and didn't want me carrying it. "Reeve's people will be on-site," he'd said. "You won't see them. Train like you would anywhere."
I trained like I would anywhere.
The morning was good. My serve had the specific clean quality I'd been chasing since the match, the placement landing where I aimed it more often than not, the legs recovering faster than they had three days ago. I was forty minutes into a session with one of Maria's hitting partners, working the cross-court angle that had given me trouble i
