"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...