Chapter Seven
A repetitive thwack, thwack, thwack echoed around the corridor that led to the academy’s main outdoor court. I hesitated, but only briefly, because all yesterday evening and this morning I’d been telling myself this had to be done.
Travis couldn’t get away with ducking out of forty-five minutes of session. No matter what had happened, he needed to get his sexy arse back into my office so we could finish off what we’d started.
No, not what we’d started. What I’d started. Going through his history, that was. Nothing else. Honest.
I checked the zipper on my smart black trousers, a nervous habit of old, tugged down the hem of my cream silky T-shirt and stepped from the cool of the shade into the heat of midday.
Travis and Peter were knocking a ball around. Each working hard,
