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“Are you serious? Why do you want to see her again? Just to bang her, or are you thinking you actually want to date this girl?” He does a dramatic fist bump as his ball goes into the hole. It’s about time though because it’s taken three tries while we have been talking. Probably something to do with him using the wrong club.
“What would you do if you experienced the best sex you had ever had in your life? Would you be happy going back to mediocre? I don’t know what I want to do. All I know is I really need to see this bird again!” I can’t get the image of her riding me out of my mind. Although if it was as good for her as it was me, would she have disappeared in the night?
“All sex is good.” He looks at me like I have lost my mind as he hands me his putter to put back into the bag. “I think last night was you just having one too many beers maybe.” He stands back beside me, watching the next golfer start his shot on the hole. He landed a much better shot than Marcus did.
“I have had some fucking awful sex.”
“That’s just some fucking awful luck. I think it is hard to have bad sex. You never know, you might be doing something wrong.” He steps away as I swing the bag at him. He should be glad I don’t make contact with him because I think I could make it hurt—the bag isn’t exactly lightweight.
“I am not doing anything wrong.”
“Well, you said she is doing something for your sister, right? Just see what day she is going to be around and make sure you bump into her.” He says it as though I hadn’t mentioned that being my exact plan about fifteen minutes ago.
“It’s a good thing you’re pretty.” I sidestep the swing he takes at me. “Are you going to pick up the logs later today or leave it until the weekend?”
We have had so many orders for logs now that the weather is turning colder, I’m spending every spare minute chopping. Selling logs has been more a hobby than a source of income although the money certainly isn’t anything to scoff at. I’ve always been an outdoorsy person, although I never saw myself being the guy that sells wood. Marcus and I have been doing it for a couple years now. I’ll chainsaw and chop the wood up and store it, and he takes the tipper we bought and delivers it.
“Nah, I’ll pick them up tonight. The orders will start backing up if I leave it until the weekend.” I’m glad he said it because I didn’t want to and sound like I’m grumbling at him. I’m not his boss; this is a partnership. Or so I have to remind myself when he starts slacking off because he’s chasing new tail. Which is often.
I liked doing the log business because it’s given me something to do in the mornings when the pub is closed. It’s nice to get out into the woods and enjoy the quiet. Being a barman isn’t very exertive so spending a few hours chopping logs every day helps blow off steam.
“I never pictured you as the monogamous type.” He stands out of the way as more players join us on the hole.
“What do you expect to do eventually? You can’t hook up forever. Eventually you need to settle down.”
“Wow, one night with her and you’ve turned into a pussy. Maybe she swings both ways and will see the best of both worlds in you.”
“Oh, fuck you! Ya short-ass bastard.” I shake my water bottle at him, trying to get him soaked, but he dodges me. His gaze darts behind me, his eyes turning to saucers at what he sees. I don’t have the chance to turn and see what he’s looking at because the world goes black.
Four
Rachel
Oh my good God. Fuck! I stare down at the same body that was dripping sweat onto me last night. Except he has clothes on and was conscious. I didn’t see him. It’s illegal to use your phone while driving. Is it illegal to use your phone while on a golf cart? I didn’t mean to hit him!
“Fucking! Shit! Is he dead?” The guy leans over Tully, checking his pulse. “Nah, you’re safe. He ain’t dead.”
Well, that’s a relief. Although I think he is going to be pissed when he wakes up.
“Damn, his leg is quite bad. I think it’s broken. We need to call an ambulance.” He goes about putting Tully into recovery position. Someone behind me informs the man that an ambulance is on the way.
“I’ve already called one.” The man gives me a disapproving look as walks toward the golf cart.
“Tully’s going to be okay, right?” I sit down beside his head, brushing the hair out of his eyes. “He’s going to be rather pissed when he wakes up.”
The guy eyes shift between my face and my hand. “Do you know him?”
“We met last night.”
Understanding suddenly dawns on him and he barks a laugh. “I think when he finds out you were the one who knocked him over, he’s gonna get over it real quick.” He chuckles, sitting back on his heels next to Tully and giving me a cocky smile. He obviously knows about last night. “So you’re working for his sister?”
“What?” What has his sister got to do with me?
“His sister owns this place.”
The words sink in slowly. I slept with my client’s brother last night and I just ran him over with a golf cart. My body begins to thrum with anxiety at the realization of what I have done.
“If I were you, I’d make yourself scarce. If his sister finds out you ran her brother over… I hate to see you get fired.” His cocky demeanor dissipates and he glances around warily.
