"I got to watch you run around in your little shorts, so it is not all bad." I smiled weakly and dropped my head again. Iryna put her hand on my knee. "Carrie, I do not like you because of how well you play tennis."

"Thank you."

"Now, we should go. I am anxious to meet your friends."

Martin took us to my apartment, where we loaded our bags into my Civic. It's amazing how a little thing can make you question everything. My failure on the court had made me wonder about being near Iryna. Despite the lovely things she'd said, and had continued to say during our trip...