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Authors: K. M. Daughters
Tags: Contemporary
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ball’s flight. It sailed in a graceful arc, one hundred and fifty yards at least, before it touched down and rolled on a beeline for the hole. It came to rest almost two hundred yards down the fairway.
Instead of whooping in delight, Beth stood away from the tee and made way for Jack or Mick. She looked as innocent as an altar girl.
Jack belly laughed, impulsively threw his arms around her and swept her in a circle off the ground. “I knew you were a hustler!”
He beamed down at her, his arms locked around her. She stiffened within his embrace at first, but he didn’t let go. With her warm body and the soft press of her breasts against him, he was in no hurry to let her loose. The fresh, sugary scent of her perfume enticed him to bury his nose in her neck. Her sparkling eyes danced with victory, a small, satisfied smile tugged at her full lips, tempting him to taste.
As he stared directly into her green eyes, her body relaxed into the hug, a slight sway toward him, toward more.
“Uh…” She awkwardly pulled back.
Relieved he hadn’t been rash enough to kiss her, Jack grabbed a club and kept his mind on golf. “Where did you learn to play?”
“Actually here. When I was in school. I met Wallace September of my freshman year, and he told me that if I ever wanted to see him on weekends I’d learn to play golf. So I did. I took a lot of lessons and I guess I had a knack for the game. When I started beating Wallace, he refused to play with me.” Beth huffed a laugh. “Ironic, huh?”
“I would have paid money to see you beat that blowhard. I bet his overblown ego couldn’t handle being bested by a girl.”
“Don’t call Wallace names,” she bristled.
He forced a smile. “Sorry,” he said, although he wasn’t sorry in the least.
Jack glanced over at Mick who winked at him, obviously entertained. “You could have warned me, pal,” Jack accused him good-naturedly.
“More fun this way,” Mick retorted.
“I’ll bet. So…” Jack grabbed a driver out of his bag. “What do you say to a friendly wager, Miss PGA? What’s your handicap?”
“Six.”
“Not too shabby. Mine’s two. How about I spot you five shots, and what’s a bet you can live with?”
“Ha! You only need to spot me four shots. The question is what can you live with? Because you’ll be the one paying up. Can your ego handle being bested by a girl?” She dared him with her hand out waiting for him to accept the bet.
“I think I can keep my ego in check.” Jack gave her hand a hearty shake. “What are the stakes?”
“How about loser buys dinner back in Chicago? Mick will act as supreme mediator. I always beat him, so he’s not betting. Are you, Mick?”
“I know better. Get ready to be taken, Jack, my boy.” Mick slapped him on the shoulder.
Jack arched an eyebrow at Mick. “Traitor.”
****
Lizzie had never had so much fun playing golf. The easy banter between the three of them helped her relax and be herself. She enjoyed the sight of Jack pushing to win, Mick turned caddy advising him, co-conspirators.
Jack’s black hair blew around his face, serious with fierce concentration, and his muscles bunched with every shot he blasted off the tees. He had the advantage of sheer power connecting with the ball, but she had more control.
Lizzie placed her hand over her mouth and tried to stifle a laugh when he missed an easy putt on eight. She smelled victory. Sweet.
Remembering how Wallace wouldn’t talk to her for hours the first time she beat him, stopped her from laughing. The fear of how Jack would react when he choked on the ninth hole and she beat him by five strokes held her exuberance in check. She didn’t need the four shots he’d spotted her and hadn’t thought she would.
“Wow.” He scooped up her hand and shook it. “You win. I’m impressed. You’re really good. I want a rematch sometime.”
Shock temporarily silenced her. He’d congratulated her and hadn’t walked off and left her in a
Instead of whooping in delight, Beth stood away from the tee and made way for Jack or Mick. She looked as innocent as an altar girl.
Jack belly laughed, impulsively threw his arms around her and swept her in a circle off the ground. “I knew you were a hustler!”
He beamed down at her, his arms locked around her. She stiffened within his embrace at first, but he didn’t let go. With her warm body and the soft press of her breasts against him, he was in no hurry to let her loose. The fresh, sugary scent of her perfume enticed him to bury his nose in her neck. Her sparkling eyes danced with victory, a small, satisfied smile tugged at her full lips, tempting him to taste.
As he stared directly into her green eyes, her body relaxed into the hug, a slight sway toward him, toward more.
“Uh…” She awkwardly pulled back.
Relieved he hadn’t been rash enough to kiss her, Jack grabbed a club and kept his mind on golf. “Where did you learn to play?”
“Actually here. When I was in school. I met Wallace September of my freshman year, and he told me that if I ever wanted to see him on weekends I’d learn to play golf. So I did. I took a lot of lessons and I guess I had a knack for the game. When I started beating Wallace, he refused to play with me.” Beth huffed a laugh. “Ironic, huh?”
“I would have paid money to see you beat that blowhard. I bet his overblown ego couldn’t handle being bested by a girl.”
“Don’t call Wallace names,” she bristled.
He forced a smile. “Sorry,” he said, although he wasn’t sorry in the least.
Jack glanced over at Mick who winked at him, obviously entertained. “You could have warned me, pal,” Jack accused him good-naturedly.
“More fun this way,” Mick retorted.
“I’ll bet. So…” Jack grabbed a driver out of his bag. “What do you say to a friendly wager, Miss PGA? What’s your handicap?”
“Six.”
“Not too shabby. Mine’s two. How about I spot you five shots, and what’s a bet you can live with?”
“Ha! You only need to spot me four shots. The question is what can you live with? Because you’ll be the one paying up. Can your ego handle being bested by a girl?” She dared him with her hand out waiting for him to accept the bet.
“I think I can keep my ego in check.” Jack gave her hand a hearty shake. “What are the stakes?”
“How about loser buys dinner back in Chicago? Mick will act as supreme mediator. I always beat him, so he’s not betting. Are you, Mick?”
“I know better. Get ready to be taken, Jack, my boy.” Mick slapped him on the shoulder.
Jack arched an eyebrow at Mick. “Traitor.”
****
Lizzie had never had so much fun playing golf. The easy banter between the three of them helped her relax and be herself. She enjoyed the sight of Jack pushing to win, Mick turned caddy advising him, co-conspirators.
Jack’s black hair blew around his face, serious with fierce concentration, and his muscles bunched with every shot he blasted off the tees. He had the advantage of sheer power connecting with the ball, but she had more control.
Lizzie placed her hand over her mouth and tried to stifle a laugh when he missed an easy putt on eight. She smelled victory. Sweet.
Remembering how Wallace wouldn’t talk to her for hours the first time she beat him, stopped her from laughing. The fear of how Jack would react when he choked on the ninth hole and she beat him by five strokes held her exuberance in check. She didn’t need the four shots he’d spotted her and hadn’t thought she would.
“Wow.” He scooped up her hand and shook it. “You win. I’m impressed. You’re really good. I want a rematch sometime.”
Shock temporarily silenced her. He’d congratulated her and hadn’t walked off and left her in a
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