Chapter Nineteen
Things had been a whirlwind since that day on the boat, a crazy, lust-infused tornado of s*x and love, companionship and a warm, no, make that hot-as-hell feeling that traveled with me wherever I went and was solely down to one person.
Travis Connolly.
And now here we were; the end of summer was sneaking up on us and we’d traveled to New York City for the big event—the US Open.
“Hey,” Travis said, looking up as I walked into his private changing room. “How are you?”
I nodded at Peter, Austin and Samuel, the head equipment manager. “Good, thanks. More to the point, how are you feeling?”
“He’s on top form,” Peter said, clasping Travis’ shoulder. “It’s been a breeze to get to this semi-final, I can’t imagine Reynolds will be an issue.”
Travis raised his eyebrows. “Don’
