pack up as she does, trying to ignore how she leaves without another word, but just as I get the last ball in the bucket, she calls out. “You didn’t, by the way.” My head lifts, finding her just outside the fence, maybe thirty feet away. I rest my arm on the net, nodding my chin. “Didn’t what, Tutor Girl?” “Disappoint.” Her smile is hidden, but her words are strong. “Quite the opposite, in fact.” My grin is instant, but she turns away before giving me hers. I know it’s there, though. I can feel it.
