“You have got to be kidding me,” Bryan growls.
Heart racing, my eyes snap open. “What?” I gasp.
He points toward the fairway. “Look who it is.”
There’s only one person it could be to earn such a hated
look from my brother. And of course, when I focus on the guy about to hit his
ball, I recognize his stance. Greyson Jennings has his own style when it comes
to golf. I hate the guy, but he’s one of the best. You can’t help but admire
how talented he is.
Bryan fumes and clenches the steering wheel. “Of all places
he could be, why in the hell is he here?” I’ve been wondering the same thing.
Greyson never answered when I asked him. It wouldn’t surprise me if he did it
on purpose. The only way he could’ve found out would be through my social
media.
Bryan hops out of the cart and reaches for his driver. Eyes
wide, I can feel my heart pounding harder. “Bryan, what are you doing?”
He tees up his ball and smiles. “Just having a little fun,
sis. If I knock him out, he deserves it.”
This is going to be a disaster. I just know it. The sound of
his driver connecting with the ball is so loud it echoes in my ears. I watch it
sail through the air, right in the direction toward Greyson. He doesn’t even
yell fore, and I’m too shocked to even speak. The ball starts to drop
from the sky and when it lands, it’s only about three feet away from Greyson
and his best friend, Eli. He jerks around and throws his arms up in the air.
Bryan bursts out laughing and flips them both off.
Greyson and Eli jump in their cart and head toward us. This
is not what I want. “Just great,” I grumble. “Now look what you did.”
Bryan comes over to me and leans against the cart. “The
fucker deserved it. It’s time he knows I’m back in the game.”
The last thing I want is to get in the middle of a
testosterone match. I don’t care about seeing who has the bigger balls. When
Greyson gets closer, his snarl turns into a smile when he notices me.
Definitely not what I want. Bryan steps forward, driver in hand.
“Sorry about that,” my brother taunts, “I didn’t exactly hit
what I was aiming for.”
Greyson bursts out laughing and steps out of the cart. “You
never do. You obviously don’t know how to handle your shaft.”
Here we go. Groaning, I smack a hand to my forehead.
“Really? This is what I’m going to have to put up with today?”
Greyson smirks at me, his gaze roaming over my bare legs
before settling back on my eyes. “It’s good to see you again, Leah. I didn’t
know you played golf.”
Busted. Bryan’s going to be pissed I didn’t tell him.
His shoulders tense but he doesn’t look at me. Instead, he moves to the front
of the cart to block Greyson from looking at me. “How about we play teams? My
sister and I against you and your caddy.”
The day just got worse. I’m going to kill my brother. Then
again, maybe we can teach Greyson a lesson.
“Bryan, no,” I snap. “I suck at golf. We’ll lose.”
His eyes meet mine for the briefest of moments. Even though
he can’t read my mind, we have a connection. Bryan stands up straighter and
turns back to Greyson. “No worries, sis. I’ll play good enough for us both.”
“What are we playing for?” Greyson asks, moving to the side
so he can see me. “Money? A date?”
I roll my eyes. “You can forget that.” I hop out of the cart
and join my brother. “How about a thousand dollars?”
Greyson and Eli look at each other and I can see the
outright arrogance on their faces. That’s their downfall. Greyson holds out a
hand to my brother. “Deal. A thousand dollars.”
Bryan shakes his hand, the muscles in both of their forearms
clenching. “Deal,” Bryan agrees.”
Greyson tips his hat at me and smiles. “I’m happy you’ll be
playing with me.”
I grab my driver out of my bag. “I’d rather play with
myself.” He finds it hilarious, but I see it as a jab. The guy is an
insufferable tool.
Since Bryan already drove his ball to hit Greyson, it ends
up being my turn. I tee up my ball and swing. It slices to the right,
completely out of the fairway and into the rough. Greyson and Eli chuckle under
their breath as they drive away while Bryan glares at me.
“Please tell me you did that on purpose?”
My lips pull up into a smile. “Of course, I did. Think about
how much fun it’s going to be when we kick his ass.”
Bryan grins wide. “Let’s show him what we can do.”
Hole after hole, we’re neck and neck with only one stroke
between us. It’s a close match, but I’m holding my own, especially for a female
in a mostly male dominated sport. It all comes down to the eighteenth hole.
It’s a par three with water all around the green. We all managed to get across
the water, and now, it’s time to putt. It’s all down to me. If I can birdie my
putt, my brother and I will win. If I don’t, we’re screwed. I can’t let Bryan
down. He needs this win, and Greyson needs to be taken down a notch.
Taking a deep breath, I look over at the hole and then down
at my ball. It’s about an eight-foot-long putt. I breathe in and out and close
my eyes. Come on, Leah, you can do this. I open my eyes and tap the
ball. It rolls across the green … and right into the hole.
Bryan yells and scoops me up into his arms. “Hell fucking
yeah. You did it!”
He swings me around and I laugh. Greyson and Eli both seem
impressed. Greyson walks over and pulls out a wad of cash from his wallet.
Bryan sets me down and Greyson hands him the money. “Good job. It’s about time
you won at something. I hate it had to be because of your sister.”
Bryan narrows his gaze. “But at least she kicked your ass
cocksucker. You got beat out by a girl. Wait till everyone finds out about
this.”
Greyson shrugs and Bryan walks over to the cart. Before I
can turn, he lightly grabs my arm. “I’m impressed. Guess it’s not a surprise
since your father’s a legend. He taught you well.”
“Yes, he did.”
His eyes search mine. “Go out with me tomorrow. I think we
could have some fun.”
I snort. “I can do that without you.” My smile grows wider.
“Besides, I’ll be busy spending that thousand dollars.”
Greyson chuckles. “You do that. Maybe next time.”
I walk backwards toward the cart. “Not gonna happen.”
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