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... e phone just as Sienna had walked away. The call was from Quinn, the tennis club's president.
Grayson knew that when Quinn called, it was usually either to fetch stray tennis balls—eighty percent of the time—or to help carry heavy equipment—twenty percent. Either way, it was never anything glamorous.
"Which tennis court?" Grayson cut straight to the chase, knowing his place on the radar. Truth be told, he had zero interest in heading to the courts, but a sudden thought of Lauren— ...
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