“Pretty clever.” Cynthia smiled, coming from behind to startle her from her trance. “Did you arrange to meet here? Have plans for dinner later?” “No!” Serena exclaimed. “I had no idea he’d be here.” “You two did work things out though, didn’t you?” “Uh … not exactly.” Serena’s vagueness captured her friend’s curiosity. “What does that mean, ‘not exactly’? This is very mysterious. I love it!” “Don’t.” Serena frowned. “There’s nothing mysterious about it. Actually, there’s nothing about it at all.” “You mean that you haven’t made your play yet?” “I mean that I don’t intend to make a play.” “Serena! I’m crushed. How can you let such a prime sample of masculinity slip right through your fingers?” “Very easily.” Serena let it go at that as the two women stood watching the progress on Tom’s court. She noticed that he was a skilled player. In fact, she would give her right hand to play with him. “Who is he, anyway?”
