Chapter Five
I shoved the last of the books I was unloading onto the shelf in my office—The Sporting Mind, Psychology for the New Century and Tennis History—then rammed a bookend against them. I’d woken at 4:00 a.m. and was starting to feel sleepy again. My date with Peter had ended not long after our delicious meal because I’d been beyond tired. But my early night had meant early to rise.
Luckily Peter was a nice bloke, easygoing and didn’t seem offended by my yawning. He’d driven me home, kissed the back of my hand and said he’d love to take me out again sometime. I’d agreed. Why not? There was nothing not to like about Peter. He was great-looking, fun company and certainly I’d put bets on him having one hell of a hot body beneath his jeans and casual shirt.
The lift doors pinged at t
