Her smile dropped. “Well, thanks. I’ve gotta get going. I’m sure rumors are flying around here about me dropping doubles by now. I better talk to Jasmine before she has a total breakdown and decides to slap me again.”
Finding Jasmine was a little more complicated than she expected, because she actually had no idea where her doubles partner lived. She was pretty positive Jasmine had been staying with her parents for a minute after the Classic, but she was equally sure she also had a dorm on OBX’s campus… somewhere.
But Indy knew who to ask, and after a stop in the main atrium, Roy pointed her in the right direction.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Jasmine didn’t live in the standard dorms that housed everyone from the junior players on up, but in one of the outer buildings that were mostly used as vacation rentals for distinguished guests. The apartment was on the top floor and had its own elevator with one button,PHwritten on it. Penthouse, obviously. Only the best for John Randazzo and Lisa Vega’s little girl.
Before she could chicken out, Indy knocked. She heard the telltale sound of footsteps padding toward her and then something brushing against the door.
Then nothing, just silence.
She could picture Jasmine standing on the other side of the door, hesitating.
“I know you’re in there,” Indy called out. “Can we talk, please?”
Another moment and then the lock clicked and Jasmine opened the door—barely—and wedged herself into the space. She was wearing an old oversized US Open T-shirt and shorts, her feet bare and her damp hair in a bun at the top of her head. She was blocking Indy’s view inside except for over her head, where there was a wall of windows thatfaced out over the water. Indy’s own tiny dorm room definitely didn’t have a view like that.
“What’s up?” Jasmine asked.
“Can I come in? I have to talk to you about something important.”
Jasmine rolled her eyes but stepped back and spun on her heel as Indy followed. The view was even more impressive now that she could completely take it in. For the first time since arriving at OBX she considered calling her dad. The least he could do after inflicting Caroline on her was upgrade her living situation.
“What’s so important you couldn’t tell me in a text?” Jasmine said, arms crossed, lips pursed unhappily, as she propped herself on the back of her couch. No offer to sit down or for something to drink.
Shit.
She already knew.
OBX was the smallest town in the world, and the news about her entry into Bari had clearly already gotten to Jasmine. It wasn’t a huge leap from that information to the idea that Indy would be leaving her in the lurch in Paris.
Indy decided to just say it. “Look, I don’t know what you heard—”
“I heard you’re going to Bari. Congrats.”
“Right, exactly, and I know there are rumors probably flying around right now that I’m dropping doubles, and I came here to tell you that’s not true.”
Jasmine raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “I might have gotten a text or two about it.”
“Well, like I said, it’s not true. I’m going to accept both invitations and then see what happens from there.”
“See what happens?” Jasmine repeated, like she wasn’t sure what it meant.
“Yeah, the way the schedule works, we might be okay.” Indy left out the part about what Jack had said about eventually choosing which to drop if she had to. She didn’t need to borrow trouble just yet.
“So, is that why you came all the way over here?”
“Yeah, and well, I wanted to, I guess apologize. All those things you said the day we fought, I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I didn’t mean to.”
Jasmine sat still for a second and then nodded. “I guess I knew that, at least now I do. I was looking for someone to blame for, well, for everything. This year isn’t exactly going how I imagined, so I took it out on you.”
“You’re sorry for smacking me?” Indy asked.
“No, you deserved that,” she said flatly, but a glinting mischief lit in her eyes.
Despite herself, Indy smiled. “Maybe I did, a little. Look, I think Dom’s onto something here with this doubles thing.”
Jasmine tilted her head. “I think so, too.”
