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Mockingly, he covered his mouth.
Seemed I wasn’t the only one who had done some digging on the other.
I twisted to take him in a little better, my heart beating a little faster at the thought. “So, what else did you discover about me?”
“What else do you think I found out?” There was a questioning smirk, the kind that said he’d discovered something but was waiting for me to voice it first.
The joke was on him. My lips were firmly sealed. My birth name was hidden and searching forLibby Stewartwouldn’t get him very far.
Chapter Seven
After checking in and loading our clubs into the cart, we were off to the first hole where the debate started about who should play first. Eventually, it was decided, Landon, then Jesse, Eric, and ended with me. Which was just perfect in my opinion. Gave me a chance to watch how they set up their tees and how they moved.
Swallowing down the crazy lump in the back of my throat, it was time to fake it.
“How far is the hole again?”
Eric looked out to the flag. “Hundred and eight yards?”
“Perfect, thanks.”
I retrieved my 3-wood and lined everything up. I looked at the flag, at the ball, and pulled back my club, all while feeling the weight of three sets of eyeballs staring in my direction, waiting for the big reveal of what a fraud I was.
My club came down and to my total surprise, connected with a beautiful ping sound and went flying. Holy shit. It was a miracle how far it landed.
“Wow,” Jesse said, dropping his club back into his bag. “Nice shot.”
“Thanks.” Pretty sure the pitch of my voice betrayed my confidence, instead highlighting the very surprise I’d hoped to contain.
“Told you she was PGA level.” Leave it Landon to bump my ego.
“It was a fluke.” Which it was.
The next shot landed me in the rough, and by the time I’d gotten onto the green, they were all done, one above par, and I maxed out. Embarrassing.
We drove to the next hole. Only seventeen more embarrassing holes to go.
“I’m not a good putter,” I said, trying to take some of the pressure off.
“It’s all good, we’re just playing for fun. Besides, I like the way you swing, you’ve got great form.” He kept his focus on the asphalt path but failed to keep the blush from tinting his cheeks.
“You’ve got a pretty good form yourself.” At least I didn’t turn away, laser focusing on the smile pushing on the corners of his eyes which deepened the hint of wrinkle there. “You’ve got solid control of your club.”
I swore it sounded sexier in my head, but as it rolled off my lips, I buried my head in my right shoulder.
He chuckled, a light airy sound, and it erased any shame I may have had.
That was pretty much how the whole round went – with an easy, carefree vibe filled with private moments in the cart with little innuendos and subtle, sensual hints, and it drove me wild and crazy. At the fourteenth hole, I wrapped my arms around him teasingly, trying to show him how to properly hold a driver, and swing it better, and all I heard were deep, low groans. It ignited me from the inside.
At another, he handed me a tee, and muttered, “You are tee-rific.”
Eric and Jesse had laughed it off, and were good sports about it, having as much fun with the golf puns as Landon was. By the end of the round, I’d felt like I’d fit in with all the guys. There was a connection there I hadn’t realised I’d missed so much. It was freeing just being myself, and even though my score was barely triple digits, it was just on that side only a few points up from Eric. Somehow, I had managed to play consistently, even though my short game clearly needed work.
We all shook hands as Landon finally sunk the last putt of the game.
“Well, thanks for joining us, Libby.” Eric shook my hand.
“Anytime.”
