Katie.
“What?” Katie said.
“What? What? That’s my question. Exactly what happened last night?” Lizzie asked, a mischievous smile on her face.
“I told you everything that happened.”
“Well maybe you left something out, ‘cause he’s definitely smitten, Kat.”
Katie snorted. “He’s not smitten. He’s a good Samaritan, that’s all.”
“If you say so. Hey, I say go for it. It’d be just what you need to get a little attention from someone like Darío Luna .”
Katie sighed. “Lizard, there is no way the guy is interested. First of all I shake his crotch instead of his hand when we’re introduced. Then I get drunk. I fall asleep in his car and drool all over myself. Then I pass out on him in an elevator seconds after I tell him his arms are the…” That last missing piece of the previous night came flooding back to Katie. “Oh, God,” she moaned, curling back on the bed and putting the pillow over her head.
“What?” Lizzie asked, sensing good scoop.
“I told him. Oh God! I told him when he sets up over a shot, his forearms are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Lizzie sat down with a plop. “And do you?”
“Do I what?” Katie said, the pillow muffling her reply.
“Think his arms are the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen?”
Almost a full minute went by until Katie slowly pulled the pillow from her head. “Yes. Yes, I believe I do.”
He could do no wrong.
The hole looked four feet wide and his putts went in effortlessly. He sank the long ones. He sank the short ones. He sank everything.
But that wasn’t even the amazing part. His drives were straight and right in the middle of the fairway.
And of course it would have to happen to him when he finally had a reason to want to walk near the ropes.
Katie. Gata.
She and Lizzie had been with his group from the start, and although Darío knew that Lizzie was there to follow Chad, he let himself believe that Katie was there to follow him.
Not that it mattered, of course, but he did feel a small burst of pride knowing he was shooting close to a course record today while she watched.
And she knew it too. She knew a truly good shot from just an okay shot. Much of the gallery would break into ecstatic clapping when he sank a long putt. But Katie would applaud a chip that didn’t even get to the hole but had been a bear of a shot because of the lie. She knew the difference and that pleased Darío .
She was again dressed for maximum sun and Darío kept an eye on her glorious shoulders, worried that the sweltering afternoon sun might get through any protection she wore.
On the thirteenth hole, a par three where players were forced to wait several minutes on the tee box for the green to clear of the group ahead of them, Darío watched as Katie licked her lips and grimaced. He had seen her do that several times, and remembered how tender and swollen her lips had looked last night.
He had thought they looked like they’d been kissed and kissed well. Now he realized they were sunburned.
He motioned for Katie to come to him, politely asking the fans who had glued themselves to the ropes for the entire day to let her through. They weren’t very happy a bout relinquishing their sought- after positions, but the request was so out of place that they moved to the side and let Katie through.
She looked at him bewilderingly and with just a small touch of panic once she got to him. “What? What is it? Is something wrong? Are you sick? Is Binky?”
Darío chuckled. “No, nothing is wrong.” He then pulled a Ch apstick from his pocket and held it up for Katie to see. “You need to put some of this on your lips, Gata .”
She stared at him. He knew she didn’t understand it. It was very unorthodox for a player to talk with the gallery during a round. Look at, sure. Possibly even make eye contact with . But rarely did a player lose his focus and talk to anyone but his caddy. Even polite chit-chat with the other players was
“What?” Katie said.
“What? What? That’s my question. Exactly what happened last night?” Lizzie asked, a mischievous smile on her face.
“I told you everything that happened.”
“Well maybe you left something out, ‘cause he’s definitely smitten, Kat.”
Katie snorted. “He’s not smitten. He’s a good Samaritan, that’s all.”
“If you say so. Hey, I say go for it. It’d be just what you need to get a little attention from someone like Darío Luna .”
Katie sighed. “Lizard, there is no way the guy is interested. First of all I shake his crotch instead of his hand when we’re introduced. Then I get drunk. I fall asleep in his car and drool all over myself. Then I pass out on him in an elevator seconds after I tell him his arms are the…” That last missing piece of the previous night came flooding back to Katie. “Oh, God,” she moaned, curling back on the bed and putting the pillow over her head.
“What?” Lizzie asked, sensing good scoop.
“I told him. Oh God! I told him when he sets up over a shot, his forearms are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Lizzie sat down with a plop. “And do you?”
“Do I what?” Katie said, the pillow muffling her reply.
“Think his arms are the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen?”
Almost a full minute went by until Katie slowly pulled the pillow from her head. “Yes. Yes, I believe I do.”
He could do no wrong.
The hole looked four feet wide and his putts went in effortlessly. He sank the long ones. He sank the short ones. He sank everything.
But that wasn’t even the amazing part. His drives were straight and right in the middle of the fairway.
And of course it would have to happen to him when he finally had a reason to want to walk near the ropes.
Katie. Gata.
She and Lizzie had been with his group from the start, and although Darío knew that Lizzie was there to follow Chad, he let himself believe that Katie was there to follow him.
Not that it mattered, of course, but he did feel a small burst of pride knowing he was shooting close to a course record today while she watched.
And she knew it too. She knew a truly good shot from just an okay shot. Much of the gallery would break into ecstatic clapping when he sank a long putt. But Katie would applaud a chip that didn’t even get to the hole but had been a bear of a shot because of the lie. She knew the difference and that pleased Darío .
She was again dressed for maximum sun and Darío kept an eye on her glorious shoulders, worried that the sweltering afternoon sun might get through any protection she wore.
On the thirteenth hole, a par three where players were forced to wait several minutes on the tee box for the green to clear of the group ahead of them, Darío watched as Katie licked her lips and grimaced. He had seen her do that several times, and remembered how tender and swollen her lips had looked last night.
He had thought they looked like they’d been kissed and kissed well. Now he realized they were sunburned.
He motioned for Katie to come to him, politely asking the fans who had glued themselves to the ropes for the entire day to let her through. They weren’t very happy a bout relinquishing their sought- after positions, but the request was so out of place that they moved to the side and let Katie through.
She looked at him bewilderingly and with just a small touch of panic once she got to him. “What? What is it? Is something wrong? Are you sick? Is Binky?”
Darío chuckled. “No, nothing is wrong.” He then pulled a Ch apstick from his pocket and held it up for Katie to see. “You need to put some of this on your lips, Gata .”
She stared at him. He knew she didn’t understand it. It was very unorthodox for a player to talk with the gallery during a round. Look at, sure. Possibly even make eye contact with . But rarely did a player lose his focus and talk to anyone but his caddy. Even polite chit-chat with the other players was
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