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“That’s it.”
“So simple?”
“Yes, sir.”
His lips ease into another, approving grin. “See that? That’s the mark of a man with character, of a man who’s considerate, and cares about others more than himself.” He ushers me into the sofa and lugs a gulf bag over. “You play, son?”
“I do, but Yaya didn’t mention you did.”
“I’m a simple guy, really. I thought golf was only for rich folks. But one day, I went to the country club with that Alistair guy. Thought I’d be uncomfortable among those types, but I fell in love with golf.”
“It’s the best sport,” I agree.
“I’ve been taking Sazuki with me, but that one’s not much of a talker and it can get a little awkward on the green.”
He pulls out a club and does a swing.
“Your footwork could use some help,” I point out before thinking it through. “And you’re not swiveling your hips correctly.”
Instead of getting offended, Mr. Williams grins big enough to show off his gold tooth. “See that? That’s what I need.” He sheathes the club. “Teach me how to hit a birdie and you can have her.”
I rise to my feet and offer my hand. “Thank you, sir. It’s a deal.”
CHAPTER25
epilogue: sign here
YAYA
What’s the difference between ‘real’ dating and ‘fake’ dating a hearing person?
Nothing, really.
Not when you still have a contract that you stupidly offered at the beginning of your ‘real dating’ relationship. A contract that Dare is not afraid to call on when he gets in trouble for staying out late ‘working’—something he’s been doing a lot lately.
“Three kisses,” he signs. “I haven’t gotten one today.”
I scowl and slap three punishing kisses against his head.
“Ow.” He voices, but I read that flinch of pain loud and clear. “I think you bucked your teeth on my face,” he signs.
Good. I’m not sorry.
Dare captures me in his arms and hugs me. “I promise. My work will settle down soon and then I’ll be all yours.”
“Who says I want you?” I sign.
“Should we test that theory?” His eyes slide over me, leaving a trail of hot goosebumps everywhere.
I back up a step.
“Should we,” he signs as he walks closer, “take that dress off and see how much you want me, sugar?”
Before I can coach my face back into its angry expression, I’m airborne and being carted off to Dare’s bedroom.
After we’re done and I’ve collapsed against his chest, I look up at Dare and sign, “You’ve been going on so many trips lately.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
