Carol’s expression darkened. She couldn’t come up with a single thing to say in response to Dannie’s words.
After a long pause, she let out a sigh. “No wonder Max picked you as his assistant. But, Dannie, are you really planning to stick around as his assistant forever? Don’t you want to go back and take over your parents’ company?”
Dannie shrugged. “I’ll go back when I’ve built up enough of my own capital. My parents want me to get a few years of experience first, anyway.”
Carol smiled, a little resigned. “I can’t compete with you. With your skills, you’ll have no trouble inheriting the company. But I thought you said you wanted to join Roen Capital.”
“BlueMarble Investments is just as good,” Dannie said, her tone light.
Carol let it go and glanced at her watch. “Let’s get moving.”
They left together.
Out on the court, the match was still going. Even after six rounds, nobody had pulled ahead.
It was already five thirty and the kids were exhausted. Someone had taken them off the court a while ago.
Max and the others showed up just as the last, deciding round was starting.
Darin tossed up the ball for the serve.
Twenty minutes later, Darin hit the ball too hard. It sailed out.
Kate and Wyatt cheered—they’d finally won.
All four players looked completely wiped out.
Darin exhaled, grabbed a bottle of water, and walked over to Felicia. He held the bottle out. “Sorry. We lost.”
Felicia glanced at the water, didn’t take it, and turned away, heading off the court.
Max took a towel from one of the staff and caught up with her. “Here, wipe your face.”
Felicia took the towel and dabbed at her forehead.
Wyatt and Kate joined them.
Wyatt grinned at Darin. “That was close.”
Darin shook his head. “Guess I was outplayed.”
Finally, she asked quietly, “What are you really trying to do?”
His behavior had been off all day. He was acting far too familiar. It made her uneasy.
Darin pressed his lips together, noticing the coldness in her eyes. For a second, it felt like someone had punched him right in the chest. His fingers tightened around the countertop. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
Instead, he blurted, “Are you and Max just going to keep going like this?”
He wanted to know if she was really willing to stay with Max just for Anne’s sake. But as soon as he said it, he realized how wrong it sounded.
Felicia let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “If you care so much about your sister’s future, why don’t you tell your good friend to marry her? Why are you asking me?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Darin tried to explain, but he sounded weak, and he knew it.
Felicia frowned, watching the panic flicker in his eyes. She honestly couldn’t tell what he wanted.
She dropped it, walked over to the sink, and started washing her hands.

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