his parentsâ oldracquets. Theyâd spent more time trying to hit each other with the ball than actually following the rules. It had been funâthe kind of fun she and Adam used to have together all the time.
Brookeâs smile faded as she tuned back in to the conversation in the van. The other girls were all discussing how long theyâd been playing tennis, how many years of lessons theyâd taken, and in Liviâs case, how many junior tournaments sheâd won playing doubles with her sister.
Yikes, Brooke thought. I guess thatâs just one more thing theyâre all better at than me.
âMaybe you guys should go ahead and play without me,â she said. âI can just watch. I donât mind.â
âNo way, Brooke!â Abby sang out from the driverâs seat. She pulled into a parking spot near the courts. âLifeâs for living, not for watching. Itâll be fun!â
Brooke winced. Sheâd known Abby less than twenty-four hours, and she could already tell âItâll be fun!â was one of her favorite phrases.
âYeah, youâve got to play,â Hannah added. âFor one thing, we need four to play doubles.â
Paige nodded. âYou can be my partner, Brooke.â
Brooke smiled weakly. âUm, okay.â
It went about as well as Brooke might have predicted. The other girls all played as if they were warming up for Wimbledon, while Brooke didnât even know how to serve properly until Paige showed her. Even then, Brooke could barely get the ball across the net.
After her third or fourth flubbed serve, Brooke had had enough. As she hurried forward to retrieve the ball sheâd just sent into the net, she feigned a stumble.
âOw!â she said. âUm, I twisted my ankle. Iâd better sit out for a whileâI donât want to make it worse so I canât ride.â
âAre you sure?â Abby looked as if she wanted to argue, but instead she bit her lip and glanced at the other three girls. Hannah and Livi were trading a look, and Paige was staring at the ground. Brooke had the feeling they all knew she was bluffing, but she didnât care. She gazed defiantly at Abby.
âIâm positive,â she said, limping over and handing the counselor her racquet. âYou can take my place. Itâll be fun.â
Brooke ate her lunch as fast as she could, barely hearing the other girlsâ chatter. The youngers were scheduled for their next riding lesson in a little while, and Brooke really wanted to spend some quality time with Foxy before everyone else got to the barn. Besides, she figured the pony could use some extra grooming. Even though Brooke had curried and brushed her several times since their arrival, Foxy still looked a little scruffy next to the pampered horses all around her.
The barn was quiet when Brooke entered. Only a few horses were in their stalls waiting to be ridden instead of out in the pastures. Robin, Abby, and the other campers were still at lunch. None of the adult boarders were around, and Felicia had already finished her morning chores and gone home. Brooke was gladâsheâd felt much better after her private time with Foxy the day before, and since it seemed she wouldnât be allowed to repeat their solo ride, this would have to do.
Foxy was outside in her paddock when Brooke reached her stall, but the mare came inside at Brookeâs whistle.âGood girl,â Brooke said, rubbing her ponyâs nose. âReady for your beauty treatments?â
Foxy snorted, which Brooke decided to take as a yes. She led Foxy out of the stall, clipped her into the nearest set of crossties, and went to work. Sheâd finished picking out Foxyâs hooves and was working on a muddy spot with a rubber curry when Paige entered.
âHey,â Paige said, wandering over with her usual friendly smile. âI thought you might be out here. Want some
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