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“Is Tana in today?” Liz asked hopefully.
“Uhh,” the guy hesitated, trying to look cool and failing. “Let me check. ” He stared down at a piece of paper for a second and then nodded. “Yeah, I think she’s with a student right now, though. ”
“Oh. Okay. Thank you. Is there anyone else teaching today who isn’t paired with someone?” she asked.
He checked the paper again. “Hank doesn’t have anyone for the next half hour. Want me to get him?”
Liz groaned. She didn’t like Hank. He was all power, all bulk. He didn’t understand the finesse that her instructors had always drilled into her. He thought that he could overpower his opponents and typically worked with students with a bit more muscle mass than her. But really maybe she needed to muscle Brady out of her thoughts.
“Hank will do,” she said softly.
The boy radioed for Hank as Liz walked out of the clubhouse and toward the tennis courts. The sun was already overhead beating down on her, and it was proving to be a blisteringly hot day. Running around on the court with no protection from the sun, pouring her heart and soul into the movements—yeah, that sounded like the perfect afternoon.
Hank appeared on the court a couple minutes later. He was in his late twenties and had played tennis in college, though not for Chapel Hill. He was one of those guys who had decided to coach to make extra money after he graduated, and never stopped. He was over six feet tall with broad muscular shoulders and a buzzed blond haircut. She secretly wondered whether he was balding and trying to hide the receding hairline.
“Morning, Hank,” she said politely.
“Been a while since I’ve seen you, Liz,” he said with a toothy smile that she had grown accustomed to.
“I didn’t have an appointment with Tana. ”
“Well, I only have thirty minutes. So let’s get started,” he said. Hank walked across to the other side of the tennis court. He stood imposingly across the net from her and she took a moment to ready herself.
She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth. She could hear the players on either side of her court. Thwack. Pause. Thwack. Pause. Thwack. That was the right rhythm. That was the beat of her drum. The air buzzed all around her, and everything felt singled down to this one second.
Her vision narrowed as she focused in on Hank tapping the ball against the hard green surface and catching it repeatedly. He spun the racket in his hand, letting it rotate three times before grasping it tightly. He bounced the ball against his racket twice and she saw him smile. She knew then that he was ready.
He threw the ball overhead and, when it crested the peak, smacked it with the racket. She took one steadying breath as it sailed toward her as fast as he could muster—and that was pretty fast. Liz jostled her feet back and forth as the ball hit the opposite corner, and then she returned it with a powerful swing.
They volleyed back and forth for position, each coming out ahead at one point or another. It wasn’t an even match. Liz knew that going into it. Even if she had more skill in the subtleties, he was overall a more skilled player than she was. When he won, he gloated, but it was better than if she had beaten him. He was a sore loser too.
Liz tossed her racket onto the ground and rested her hands on her knees. Her breathing was coming out in gasps and sweat poured down her back, chest, and forehead. Some of it spilled into her eyes and she had to blink away the salt. She wiped her face with the back of her forearm. It didn’t help much, but it didn’t make it any worse.
“I’m beat,” she said, feeling like flopping over onto the court right then and there.
“You put up a good match,” Hank said, paying her a compliment. That was unusual.
“Thanks, but you kicked my ass. ”
“You held your own. Whatever Tana’s doing over there, she’s doing it right. You should come work out with me more often,” he said with that same toothy smile.
“I don’t think my body can take it,” she groaned, straightening with difficulty.
“Next time, I won’t go easy on you. ” Hank smacked her back good-naturedly and she nearly fell over. He chuckled and helped right her. They walked back down toward the clubhouse together. Liz’s breathing still wasn’t even by the time they got there.
“I have another student, but you really should come back and play sometime, Liz. Hard to find good opponents who aren’t instructors,” he told her.
Liz nodded. Exhaustion was already taking over. “Yeah, I’ll be around. I’m working on the paper, running the election column and following the races. I think I’ll be swamped, but let me know when you’re open and I’ll work around it. ”
“Oh yeah! I read your article about Brady,” Hank said, snapping his finger like it had just come to him.
“Yeah, did you like it?” Liz asked.
“I thought it was good. I like Brady, though, man. He’s a good guy. ”
“Do you uh…know him?” Even here, when she had let herself get to the point of exhaustion, she couldn’t escape him.
“Yeah, he played basketball here my junior and senior years of college. I came home to every game that I could,” Hank told her.
