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did our first circuit together. Anyway, I’ve watched him grow from a cocky kid with a smart mouth to a cocky man who manages to keep that wicked temper just under the surface.”
    â€œYou like him for his temper?”
    â€œPartly.” The mild, homey-looking woman smiled. “Starbuck’s just plain strung right, Asher. He’s not a man you can be ambivalent about. You’re either for him or against him.”
    It was as much inquiry as statement. Saying nothing, Asher began to walk again. Ambivalence had never entered into her feelings for Ty.
    ***
    On his way home from his own practice court Ty watched them. More accurately he watched Asher. While she remained unaware of him, he could take in every detail. The morning sun glinted down on her hair. Her shoulders were strong and slender, her gait long, leggy and confident. He was grateful he could study her now with some dispassion.
    When he had looked out and seen her in the stands two weeks before, it had been like catching a fastball to his stomach. Shimmering waves of pain, shock, anger; one sensation had raced after the other. He had blown the first set.
    Then he had done more than pull himself together. He had used the emotions against his opponent. The Frenchman hadn’t had a chance against Ty’s skill combined with three years of pent-up fury. Always, he played his best under pressure and stress. It fed him. With Asher in the audience the match had become a matter of life and death. When she had left him she’d stolen something from him. Somehow, the victory had helped him regain a portion of it.
    Damn her that she could still get to him. Ty’s thoughts darkened as the distance between them decreased. Just looking at her made him want.
    He had wanted her when she had been seventeen. The sharp, sudden desire for a teenager had astonished the then twenty-three-year-old Ty. He had kept a careful distance from her all that season. But he hadn’t stopped wanting her. He had done his best to burn the desire out by romancing women he considered more his style—flamboyant, reckless, knowledgeable.
    When Asher had turned twenty-one Ty had abandoned common sense and had begun a determined, almost obsessive pursuit. The more she evaded him, the firmer she refused, the stronger his desire had grown. Even the victory, tasted first in Rome, hadn’t lessened his need.
    His life, which previously had had one focus, realigned with two dominating forces: tennis and Asher. At the time he wouldn’t have said he loved tennis, but simply that it was what and who he was. He wouldn’t have said he loved Asher, but merely that he couldn’t live without her.
    Yet he had had to—when she’d left him to take another man’s name. A title and a feather bed, Ty thought grimly. He was determined to make Asher Wolfe pay for bringing him a pain he had never expected to feel.
    By turning left and altering his pace Ty cut across her path, apparently by chance. “Hi, Madge.” He gave the brunette a quick grin, flicking his finger down her arm before turning his attention fully to Asher.
    â€œHiya, Starbuck.” Madge glanced from the man to the woman and decided she wasn’t needed. “Hey, I’m late,” she said by way of explanation, then trotted off. Neither Asher nor Ty commented.
    From somewhere in the surrounding trees Asher heard the high clear call of a bird. Nearer at hand was the slumberous buzz of bees and the dull thud of balls. On court three, someone cursed fluently. But Asher was conscious only of Ty beside her.
    â€œJust like old times,” he murmured, then grinned at her expression. “You and Madge,” he added.
    Asher struggled not to be affected. The setting had too many memories. “She hit to me this morning. I hope I don’t have to face her in the tournament.”
    â€œYou go against Kingston today.”
    â€œYes.”
    He took a step closer. In her