They’d just wrapped day one, a surprisingly difficult first-round match for the
current number four seed, Maria Makarova. The match had gone to three sets, with Makarova pulling off what should have been a much more resounding win.
Still, Sydney was pleased with the compliment. Gary had been in the producer’s chair for a decade at this point, and his belief in her meant something as she ventured into this possible new career path.
“The production team is heading out to dinner. Care to join us?”
Sydney looked down at her watch. She’d gotten to the box at nine a.m., already having gone through hair and makeup, and it was just after six o’clock now.
“I could have a quick bite to eat.” She wasn’t talking to Reese until a few hours from now, so the timing should work. Because there was nothing that was going to stop her from laying eyes on Reese’s beautiful face, not even the chance to rub elbows with the people who decided her fate.
“Hotel restaurant in an hour?” Gary asked, his tablet in hand as he jotted down notes at the same time.
“Sure.” Sydney left the box then, making her way down to where the cars reserved to shuttle the commentators from the hotel to the venue were waiting. She was lucky to find one available during the crew’s rush hour.
She’d take a quick shower, have dinner with her possible new coworkers, and then she’d be on to today’s main event.
She smiled reflexively as the car made the quick trip back to the hotel. God, she was excited to talk to Reese.
Sydney King - 6:06 p.m.
Heading to dinner with some of the production people and commentators.
Reese Devereux - 6:06 p.m.
Aww, that’s my baby. Making friends!
Sydney King - 6:06 p.m.
Hardly. I’m just passing the time until I get to see you!
She felt the thrill of excitement that Reese elicited in her skitter through her body, especially at the pet name being used. Sydney was so gone, and she knew it.
The quick drive was passing her by, but all she could think about was taking these few minutes with Reese while she could get them.
Sydney King - 6:07 p.m.
How did today go?
Yesterday, Reese had ended up staying with her mom at the Devereux house overnight, and today, she’d gone with her into the city to start meeting with a few divorce lawyers.
Reese Devereux - 6:07 p.m.
The whole process seems brutal. Remind me to never get divorced!
Sydney waited to respond, about to make a joke on a conversation about marriage, when she saw text bubbles pop up.
The moment lost, she tucked the thought away for a later time. Not the idea of them getting married, obviously. That would make her crazy. There was no reason for her to imagine what type of wedding she and Reese could have, though she’d always loved the idea of fall weddings. And the color palette would go perfectly with Reese’s skin tone.
No. She didn’t even know where Reese stood on the subject of marriage.
But still, Reese hadn’t said that she never wanted to get married, just that she didn’t want to get divorced.
Another thought to tuck away. For a later date. Much, much later unless she wanted to scare Reese all the way back to California.
Especially given their current topic of conversation. Nothing screamed ‘romantic conversation about the future’ like discussing your parents’ impending divorce.
Reese Devereux - 6:07 p.m.
