The doubles tennis tournament had already started, but calling it a competitive sports event would be a massive stretch. Most of the matches were average at best. It was painfully obvious that the majority of the wealthy participants didn't actually care about winning the Trevors Cup. For them, the court was just a stage to rub shoulders with business elites and maybe play a little.
James and Bella were up next.
Scott stood by the sidelines, watching them walk out onto the court. He frowned a little as he observed the eerie, hollow posture of the young Roosevelt heir, but he chose to say nothing.
Smack!
"Ah!"
Scott jerked forward with a sudden gasp when he felt a hand touch his butt.
It's Adira Crowe standing right behind him with a deeply amused long on her beautiful face.
"Can you… not do that?"
Scott muttered, rubbing his lower back.
Adira giggled in her soft, feline manner.
