"No, not sleeping." She kept her voice low so as not to wake Alicia.
"I'm coming over." Gary heard the rough sounding voice and thought Parker was still upset over the night before.
"Give me an hour, then you can come over." Parker pulled out of the tangle of limbs behind her and sat up.
"Why?" Gary asked arching a brow Parker couldn't see.
"You can wait, or you can come over now and see a naked Alicia in my bed - your choice."
"Maybe if we beat you a couple of times a day with a tightly strung racket, you would start learning from your past mistakes," said Gary as he dropped down to the bed after hearing the news.
"Yeah, well when Brad Pitt shows up in your room and lies down on the bed naked with a come hither look, we'll talk about your stronger than steel will power, coach. Until then, give me a chance to take a shower."
"This might be good, the papers have been calling all morning after you and I made the headlines. Take her out to lunch this time and let the press see you together. It's the least you can do for the girl. Because let me tell you, if you want me to dump her again for you, I'm quitting." Gary relaxed his breathing; he was off the hook this time in letting the emotionally charged Alicia down when Parker didn't want to see her again.
"I'll keep that in mind if I want new representation."
"Where are you going?" The voice from behind Parker sounded just as rough as hers had when she was on the phone with Gary.
"To take a shower then I'm taking you out to lunch. I figure it will help you out to have the sharks take some pictures of us together so your fans won't think you are a homicidal maniac." Ok, Alicia, let's see if this no strings attached thing was for real. I have got to start thinking these things through more carefully, and then maybe I can sit and enjoy a glass of something instead of wearing it, thought Parker as the ramifications of the morning became as bright as the light streaming through the window.
"Can I join you?" Alicia sat up and let the sheet pool at her hips. Parker was staring and it wasn't at her bed head. She sat back on her hands and arched her back a little enhancing Parker's view.
"Huh?" Parker smacked her lips together and tried to get back to her thoughts before Alicia's surgically enhanced features smashed her reasoning with a big two by four.
"You know, help keep your stitches dry and all." Alicia pointed to Parker's chest and waited not wanting to push too hard too fast.
"Nah, relax and I'll be out in a minute."
Parker, Parker, Parker, you aren't playing by the rules, baby, and it's really starting to piss me off. You should be all over me not walking into the shower alone. Alicia got up and called her agent to tell him where she was and where she was going so that there would be reporters waiting for them when she and Parker got there. In her mind they were a couple again, now it was time to let the rest of the world in on the happy news.
Alicia walked out toward the waiting car first while Parker picked up her messages from the front desk. She smiled at the petite blonde walking up the street with some flowers in her hand and Emily, to be polite, smiled back. Parker walked out of the front door and walked to the open door of the car without looking around. One more lunch with the pop star and she would be off the hook. While she was checking her messages she reviewed everything she had said up in the room and was pleased that nothing sounded like a promise.
"Come on, lover, we have reservations and I'm starved." Alicia slid in first and when Parker was clear of the door the driver closed it and moved to the front to get them moving. Parker never saw Emily hand the bouquet in her hand to a homeless woman walking passed the front of the hotel.
No wonder she didn't call. Emily walked away in the opposite direction so that Parker wouldn't have the opportunity to see her.
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Practice was slower paced in the next few weeks as Parker played to see what her mobility was. Gary would wrap her chest every morning to protect against popping the stitches in the healing wound in her chest, and to keep her pain down to a minimum. The tournament started the next day and he felt the games would last longer since Parker had lost some of the power in her first serve, but hopefully the strength of the rest of her play would pull them through.
"You want me to go with you?" Gary packed all her rackets and picked up the bag so she wouldn't have to strain herself. "Maybe a change in tradition will be lucky for you this time."
"I know Nick bought you both some tickets to see Rent tonight, big guy, so no, I'll be fine. My tradition got me to the finals last year and if that's where I end up this time, I'll be happy." Parker scratched her chest and wanted nothing more than to get into the shower in her room. As the wound healed, the more it itched. She just hoped she could control herself from looking like she was feeling herself up in front of the cameras starting tomorrow.
"Ok, but we'll come with you if you want."
"Gary, hand me that bag and get the hell out of here." Parker held her hand out for the racket bag and glared at her coach.
"No, I'll carry it for another twelve hours thank you. It will be waiting in your room when you get back don't worry. Have fun tonight and I'll see you in the morning. Call me if you need anything. And don't worry about the family, Nick is picking them up and bringing them over from the airport." They took a cab back to the hotel and went their separate ways.
In the two weeks since the attack, Parker had worked on getting stronger and tried to live down the headlines in the local papers that covered the story of her and Alicia getting back together. A story that the singer didn't seem to be denying and one that Parker was trying to forget about. One lunch did not make for a joyous reunion.
Her table was waiting for her by the wall of glass that looked out to the lit trees in Central Park. It was set up for one and the other patrons looked up from their conversations and meals when she walked in and sat down. Under one arm was a thin book of Robert Frost poetry that she placed on the table when the waiter handed her a menu.
"Welcome back, Ms. King, would you like the usual?"
"Thank you, Barry, and yes the usual would be fine." Her waiter moved off to get the drink she ordered, giving her time to look over the menu.
Parker never did mind eating alone and always did so before the beginning of every major tournament she played in. The solitude found in a crowded restaurant and a good book let her forget about tennis for a couple of hours, since it would be all she would think about for days to come. The next opponent, the review of her mistakes made in the last sets, the aches that accompanied her after a couple of grueling afternoons on center court, and all the other things Gary would want to cover once play began.