Discovery by Lisa White Read Free Book Online Page B

Grace winning almost every game. They were in their last game of the first set when Grace spotted Ben lurking behind an old oak tree near the court fence. His hands were shoved deep down into his jeans pockets and his face scowled as he watched the foursome play. When Grace’s eyes met his, Ben quickly looked away toward Annie, but he did not otherwise move. He stayed behind that tree, watching the two couples out on the tennis court without saying a word to any of them.
    Grace had hoped they could finish their set without anyone else seeing Ben spying but she soon realized it was too late for that. Gregory was getting ready to serve when he caught Grace looking over at the tree. His eyes followed hers and the minute he saw Ben, Gregory threw down his racquet and started to cross the court toward him.
    â€œWhat
is
your problem, dude?” Gregory exclaimed.
    Ben did not say a word. He just continued to stand there with his hands in his pockets.
    â€œHey! I’m talking to you!” Gregory’s pace quickened across the court.
    â€œGregory, just don’t pay any attention to Ben. Let’s finish our set and then go get something to drink,” Grace said trying to diffuse Gregory’s ire.
    For the first time since meeting her, Gregory completely ignored Grace and walked right past her, his eyes focused on Ben and the tree.
    Still, Ben did not move.
    By this time, Andrew had caught up with Gregory and both brothers seemed intent on reaching the tree before Ben could get away. Annie glared at Ben and rushed around the net to stand near Grace. She was clearly not happy that Ben had interrupted their tennis game.
    â€œI said I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?” Gregory yelled at Ben.
    Ben did not say a word. His eyes just moved back and forth from the boys to Grace and Annie.
    â€œFine. You’re not talking! I’ll make you talk,” Gregory jerked the tennis racquet out of Andrew’s hand. “Why don’t you just get out of here?” He swung the racquet back and threw it directly at Ben and the tree.
    But the racquet did not hit Ben or the tree.
    Instead, the racquet slammed into the side of a large Range Rover sitting over fifty yards away in a parking lot on the other side of the Clubhouse. The force of Gregory’s throw buried the steel racquet six inches deep into the Rover’s thick metal, ripping a large gash in the front passenger door. The racquet now stuck out of the vehicle’s side like a toothpick in an appetizer meatball.
    Ben just stood at the tree, glaring at Gregory.
    â€œHow did you do that?” Grace came up behind Gregory. “How did you throw that racquet so far? And how could it rip into the side of that car?” She stood directly in front of Gregory, dumbfounded at his ability to violate the basic laws of physics.
    Gregory’s eyes widened at the site of the racquet stuck in the Range Rover. “I guess your friend Ben acting all weird like that pumped up my adrenaline.” He looked over at his brother and then back toward Ben who had now disappeared from view.
    â€œWell, he’s gone now so how about that drink you mentioned, Grace?” Andrew asked as he herded the group toward the gate in the fence. “It’ll be our treat, girls.”
    â€œSure.” Annie put her arm through Andrew’s and made her claim on him official.
    Grace did not respond. She was still reeling. First Ben’s strange behavior this afternoon in the dining room and now Gregory seemed to have a superhuman ability to turn tennis racquets into hacksaws. The boys in her life were driving her crazy.
    But her craziness did not last long. Out of nowhere, Grace had that same unnaturally relaxed feeling she had earlier. Her nerves’ protective blanket fell over her again just as Gregory’s arm fell across her shoulders.
    â€œDo you mind?” he asked nodding to his arm, his face so close she could feel his breath on her cheek.