Chapter 13

“I’m not lucky in love, Mom.” He arrived at the restaurant entrance and studied the menu displayed on an elegant wooden easel.

“Is there at least somebody you like? Somebody interesting there at the tournament?”

She wasn’t going to ease off. He didn’t answer immediately, and his hesitation was as good as a confession.

“So there is!” she twittered happily.

Reggie bent to better read the menu. Filet mignon, different kinds of hamburgers with French names, and no prices anywhere to be seen. Maybe it hadn’t been a good choice to come here.

“Well, Mom, there’s somebody, but not in that way. I’ve met Russell Lee,” he admitted. Just saying the name made his heart beat faster.

“Oh really? Ronald’s son. Honey, how is he in person?”

“Oh, he’s astounding…” he answered, more to himself than to her.

“So you like him?”

“No, no,” he denied quickly.

“It would be amazing if you could play with him.”

“Yeah, it has always been my dream…” he admitted, sighing.