Jasmine said, shrugging her shoulder and laying her toiletry bag on the nightstand beside the bed she’d claimed. “Okay?” Indy repeated. “What else do you want me to say? You have to do what you have to do, Indy. You’re right, it sucks and I’m kind of annoyed that you talked to Penny about it before me, you know, your partner. But I can’t ask you to pass up a chance to play in the main draw for doubles qualifications. That would be pretty self-centered of me.” She tried to keep the bite out of her voice, but some of it seeped through and she knew Indy could tell by the way her mouth twisted into a small pout. “It’s annoying that I’m here so early. I could have stayed back at OBX and practiced with Amy to keep my singles game sharp. It’s two weeks until the junior tournament starts.” Indy nodded. “Right, you could have practiced with Amy. Jesus, Jasmine, if you’re pissed off, just admit it.”
