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will want me as their opponent. Easy wins. It’s a fast track to the top, courtesy of losing on the green.”
“Everyone likes a kiss ass,” I laughed, doing a double take as a pair of blondes zoomed past me on the cart path. “Was that?” I started to ask Rich, then decided against it. The heat must be getting to me. I was seeing “her” everywhere.
“Seven holes down, eleven to go.”
“Lead on oh mighty leader.”
Chapter 12
The Plot Thickens
Love
I nearly fell out of the speeding golf cart I whipped my head around so fast.
“That was him.” I squealed, passing the seventh hole on our way to the tenth.
“Him? Him who?” Hope demanded.
“Him, him.” I clarified. “Danton DeAngelo.”
“Where?”
“You just passed him.”
“Want me to turn around?” She offered.
“No!”
“So, why’d you bring it up?” Hope wondered aloud as she brought the car to a stop at the ladies tee.
“Seeing him just startled me is all.” I confessed, choosing my driver. “I’ve never seen him here.” Incredible considering we’ve been members here since birth.
Hope pushed her tee into the ground, “On the bright side it looks like you’ll have at least one thing in common apart from Melanie‘s wedding.”
I rolled my eyes. Would I ever live that down? “Yeah, one! I think we need a few more than that to make it work.”
“You only have to meet him to find out.” Hope pointed out reasonably enough, laying up for her tee shot.
“Giving him the perfect opening to jump down my throat. No thanks.”
“Love, you did bring his cousin’s wedding to a stand still.”
“Oh, shut up and hit the ball.” I growled. I hate it when Hope’s reasonable. Shading my eyes I watched the progress of the white missile. I might have brought the wedding to a stand still, but in the process I saved Melanie DeAngelo a boat load of trouble. Hope knew that just as well as I did. She just liked to rub it in.
“So what are you going to do? Ignore him.”
I thought about it. “No.” It was my turn to push my wooden tee into the ground and top it with my favorite pink Lady Wilson golf ball. “I thought it’d be best to let him cool down first. You know, calm that murderous intensity he was projecting.”
“And then what?” Hope prodded.
“Well then I’ll…” I stuttered, stepping to the tee, refusing to meet Hope’s eyes. “I’ll tell you when I think of the next step.”
“You knew already, didn’t you?”
“Knew what?”
“That he was the one. You’ve known since the wedding.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe.” Hope repeated, unconvinced.
“Oh, all right. I’ve known since the wedding. Are you happy now?”
“I would be if you hit the ball.”
Rolling my eyes I did as asked. The sound of the driver kissing the ball like music to my ears.
“Why didn’t you say anything? Why make us drag it out of you?” Hope questioned as we put our clubs away.
“I don’t know. I’m still trying to get used to the idea. You didn’t see him. He was really mad.” And I am a coward.
“So what are you going to do?” My sister asked for a second time.
“I’m not sure. I’ve only thought as far as letting him cool off and then… I thought I’d do whatever popped into my mind.”
Hope wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “Isn’t that what got you into this mess in the first place?”
“Yes it was.” Nice of her to point that out. “Now just drive.”
Eighteen holes later, Hope settled our clubs into her trunk while I returned the borrowed cart, running the key into the Pro Shop.
“Here you go Mr. Dillon.”
“Hey now, how’d it go?” The old pro at the counter inquired, re-hanging the key for future use.
“It was a draw.” I answered, pulling the tally sheets from my pocket for him to get a good look at. “We both got a seventy-three. Next time I’m making par.” I promised.
“I’m sure you will. I called up to the spa earlier. They’re waiting for you and Miss
“Everyone likes a kiss ass,” I laughed, doing a double take as a pair of blondes zoomed past me on the cart path. “Was that?” I started to ask Rich, then decided against it. The heat must be getting to me. I was seeing “her” everywhere.
“Seven holes down, eleven to go.”
“Lead on oh mighty leader.”
Chapter 12
The Plot Thickens
Love
I nearly fell out of the speeding golf cart I whipped my head around so fast.
“That was him.” I squealed, passing the seventh hole on our way to the tenth.
“Him? Him who?” Hope demanded.
“Him, him.” I clarified. “Danton DeAngelo.”
“Where?”
“You just passed him.”
“Want me to turn around?” She offered.
“No!”
“So, why’d you bring it up?” Hope wondered aloud as she brought the car to a stop at the ladies tee.
“Seeing him just startled me is all.” I confessed, choosing my driver. “I’ve never seen him here.” Incredible considering we’ve been members here since birth.
Hope pushed her tee into the ground, “On the bright side it looks like you’ll have at least one thing in common apart from Melanie‘s wedding.”
I rolled my eyes. Would I ever live that down? “Yeah, one! I think we need a few more than that to make it work.”
“You only have to meet him to find out.” Hope pointed out reasonably enough, laying up for her tee shot.
“Giving him the perfect opening to jump down my throat. No thanks.”
“Love, you did bring his cousin’s wedding to a stand still.”
“Oh, shut up and hit the ball.” I growled. I hate it when Hope’s reasonable. Shading my eyes I watched the progress of the white missile. I might have brought the wedding to a stand still, but in the process I saved Melanie DeAngelo a boat load of trouble. Hope knew that just as well as I did. She just liked to rub it in.
“So what are you going to do? Ignore him.”
I thought about it. “No.” It was my turn to push my wooden tee into the ground and top it with my favorite pink Lady Wilson golf ball. “I thought it’d be best to let him cool down first. You know, calm that murderous intensity he was projecting.”
“And then what?” Hope prodded.
“Well then I’ll…” I stuttered, stepping to the tee, refusing to meet Hope’s eyes. “I’ll tell you when I think of the next step.”
“You knew already, didn’t you?”
“Knew what?”
“That he was the one. You’ve known since the wedding.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe.” Hope repeated, unconvinced.
“Oh, all right. I’ve known since the wedding. Are you happy now?”
“I would be if you hit the ball.”
Rolling my eyes I did as asked. The sound of the driver kissing the ball like music to my ears.
“Why didn’t you say anything? Why make us drag it out of you?” Hope questioned as we put our clubs away.
“I don’t know. I’m still trying to get used to the idea. You didn’t see him. He was really mad.” And I am a coward.
“So what are you going to do?” My sister asked for a second time.
“I’m not sure. I’ve only thought as far as letting him cool off and then… I thought I’d do whatever popped into my mind.”
Hope wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “Isn’t that what got you into this mess in the first place?”
“Yes it was.” Nice of her to point that out. “Now just drive.”
Eighteen holes later, Hope settled our clubs into her trunk while I returned the borrowed cart, running the key into the Pro Shop.
“Here you go Mr. Dillon.”
“Hey now, how’d it go?” The old pro at the counter inquired, re-hanging the key for future use.
“It was a draw.” I answered, pulling the tally sheets from my pocket for him to get a good look at. “We both got a seventy-three. Next time I’m making par.” I promised.
“I’m sure you will. I called up to the spa earlier. They’re waiting for you and Miss
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