Chapter Fifteen
It was all I could do not to let my mouth hang open as Travis strolled across the court, the swagger in his step both cocky and gorgeous. His racquet swung nonchalantly at his side and he was whistling something irritably loud and out of tune.
How dare he?
He’d put me in a really awkward situation and he knew it. It was so obvious, so deliberate and so manipulative. And poor old Peter was stuttering like a teenager.
I would have quite happily slapped Travis across the cheek as hard as he’d s*****d my arse the night before. What was he playing at?
Prickles of irritation swept over my chest, my stomach clenched, and little beads of sweat collected in my cleavage.
“I sure feel bad about the other night,” Peter said. “I shouldn’t have let you go like that.”
“You’ve alrea
