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“Not really, no. You can keep your amusement to yourself.” With his hand on the back of her neck he drew her closer and laid a soft kiss on her lips. At the same time, his other hand caressed her bare thigh, making her stomach erupt with butterflies. “I’m kind of wishing I hadn’t got out of bed now,” he muttered against her lips.
“Why did you?” She drew back. “Surely you don’t really need to work at eleven o’clock at night?”
“I wasn’t working. Not really.”
Intrigued, she cast a quick look at the computer. A photo of a golf green accompanied the large block of text on the screen.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Research.”
“Golf research?”
He nodded slowly. “I was thinking about how much I enjoyed working on your golf design. I had this idea …” He winced. “It’s probably kind of stupid and you might think I’m crazy.”
“Try me.”
“I thought we could redesign Thurley golf course. You have all the ideas, and I know how to draw them up into blueprints.”
Allie opened her mouth but couldn’t find words.
“You have brilliant ideas for the course,” Hugh went on. “We could create the designs and then you could present them to the owners of the golf club. Maybe they’d want to implement them.”
Again, Allie tried to formulate a response but came up blank. All she could think was that he didn’t know that she was one of the owners. The deceit made her insides twist.
“Even if the owners aren’t interested,” Hugh went on, “it’ll be a fun project, and something for my portfolio if I ever decide to branch out in my career.”
“It’s a good idea,” she murmured.
Hugh’s shoulders sank as he sighed. “You can say if you think I’m being ridiculous.”
“I don’t think that,” she said flatly. “I’d really like to work on the designs with you.” She’d just like to do it with him knowing the truth about her. At the same time, she didn’t feel ready to tell him everything.
“Really?” he asked eagerly.
“Yes. It would definitely be fun.”
“I’ll tell you what else would be cool. If the owners did want to use the designs, you’d be the designer. Do you know how many women design golf courses?”
“Not many,” she replied thoughtfully. “I think Annika Sorenstam is one of the only women to be listed as the main designer for a golf course.”
“You’ve been researching too,” he said, amused. “How did you remember her name?”
“Annika Sorenstam?”
“Yeah.”
“How do I remember Annika Sorenstam’s name?”
“It’s kind of a random thing to commit to memory.”
Forgetting herself momentarily, Allie choked on a laugh. “Sorenstam is one of the best golf players in the world. She’s pretty famous. You’ve never heard of her?”
“I can’t say I have. I forgot you grew up around golf.”
“Sorenstam’s brilliant,” Allie said.
“If you say so. This is why you’d be the designer. You have all the golf knowledge.”
