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I peeked out the door, and all I saw was his secretary, Jaycie, typing at her desk across the way. I had no idea he had a secretary until a few days ago. Apparently, she had been on vacation. Now she was back, perfectly tanned, and with no tan lines, I might add. She was the living definition of a sex kitten. Meow. She even purred at Kane while she stroked her silky brunette hair. I imagined her sitting on Kane’s desk in her short skirts, rubbing her shapely, smooth legs together while they went over his schedule for the day.
Without Kane in sight, I decided to make a break for it. Unfortunately, Jaycie noticed.
“Hey, Scarlett,” she drawled in the cutest accent ever. “How are you?” She was sweet too. It was unfortunate, as I wanted to dislike her.
“Doing well. Thank you.” I kept on walking.
“We should do lunch one day,” she called out.
That was the last thing I wanted to do—have lunch with Kane’s future girlfriend. Oh, she was angling for it, and she was totally his type. She would look perfect on his lap during Christmas dinner.
I stopped, turned, and smiled. “That would be great.” I kept myself from cringing.
She flashed me her brilliant white smile. “Yay! What day works for you?”
Never. “Um. Can we discuss this later? I’m late for a meeting with my father.”
“Sure. Sure.” She waved. “We’ll talk later.”
Great. Something else to give me heartburn. I hustled toward my dad’s office. Sir Randall stood up and saluted me when I made it to Auggie’s door.
“At ease,” I teased him.
He gave me a wink and sat down. “Go on in; he’s expecting you.”
I turned the knob and walked in.
Auggie hastily shoved something into his desk drawer. If I wasn’t mistaken, it looked like a prescription bottle. I wasn’t aware he was taking any medication. I wasn’t aware of anything because he wouldn’t tell Naomi what was going on either. Though, he had asked her to have dinner with him tomorrow night. She was still thinking about it. I’d begged her to say yes, hoping he would open up to her in person. He was acting like a man tying up loose ends, and I didn’t like it at all. We had way too many ends to tie up and we needed time.
“Scarlett.” Auggie popped up.
“Hi.” I tilted my head. “How are you?”
“I’m well.” His lips twitched.
Was this funny to him?
“In fact, I was wondering if you would like to join me on the golf course.”
“Now?” It was the middle of the day.
“No time like the present.”
Yep, he was dying. I knew it. “Um . . . I don’t golf.”
“I figured as much. It’s an important skill for you to have. I’ve made more deals on the green than in this office. And I’m not a bad teacher.”
I started blinking rapidly, waiting for Rod Serling to announce I had entered the Twilight Zone.
“Are you busy?” Auggie asked when I said nothing.
I was busy, but I had been waiting for a moment like this my entire life. “Can we go home and change first?”
“I’ve handled that. They have a shop at the club that will have everything you need.”
He was taking me shopping and teaching me how to golf? I was waiting for the catch. When it didn’t come, I said, “Okay. I’d love to.” Though I was sure to injure myself or someone else. I could easily see myself knocking Auggie in the head with a club. That could be therapeutic.
Auggie clapped his hands. “Excellent.” He was way too chipper.
It scared me.
He walked toward me smiling. Like, a real smile. “Shall we go?”
Yes, we shall.
~*~
I met Auggie at his golf cart, decked out in my new outfit. Who knew golf apparel was so cute? I was wearing a pink skort and a white sleeveless polo shirt, both made with fabric intended to keep you cool. Obviously, whoever made the clothes had never spent any time in the south during the summer. I didn’t think there was any fabric that could beat the heat down here.
Auggie looked relaxed now that he had changed into some white shorts and a light-blue polo. It made his tan more pronounced. He really was a distinguished-looking man.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded and took a seat in the cart.
Auggie wasted no time, and we were off toward the first hole. At least I think that’s where we were going. They were called holes, right?
On the short drive, I began to realize something. This golf course looked familiar to me. I gripped the seat when I figured out why. I looked around me, and sure enough, in the distance I saw some condo buildings. The same complex Kane used to live in. I only ended up going to his place the one time, but that was all it had taken for me to know how at home I felt with him. I was embarrassed to admit, I’d kept the T-shirt and sweatpants I’d worn that night long ago. The first year after we broke up, I would wear them to bed and cry myself to sleep, praying that I would wake up in the morning and Kane would call to tell me he’d made a mistake. That he did love me. To find out that he had loved me this entire time was a sucker punch. I grabbed my stomach. I really needed to stop thinking about him. So, what did I do?
