"Such a gentleman." I pulled the ball out of my pocket and tossed it to Iryna, lowering my voice. "Kick his ass."
Once at the net, I hunched down, twirling my racquet in my hands, focused completely on Josh, who was at the baseline preparing to return.
"Service!"
I tensed, rising up on the balls of my feet as I heard the ball make contact with Iryna's racquet. It whistled up the T, and Josh moved left, getting his racquet on the ball, but his return sailed well long. I watched him for a moment as his respect for Iryna ratcheted up a few notches. As I jogged back to her Iryna's face was etched stone.
"This time out wide, yes?" I nodded and headed back to the net.
Steve was on the hook to return this time, and he also got a racquet on Iryna's serve, but it skidded into the bottom of the
