The ProdigalTwenty seven
“THAT WASN’T EXACTLY COMPETITION RULES,” Lissa complained over breakfast. “Melody, we have to get Tony on edge and keep him humming through the competition, not exhaust him at four a.m.” “Oh, it was closer to five by the time I was exhausted, love,” I laughed. “Besides, I don’t compete until Thursday. It’s only Tuesday morning. Let’s not start too soon.” “And Tony’s coming into this with two consecutive championships,” Melody added. “You didn’t just tease at Opens.” “All that’s true,”...