A Date to Play Fore (The Dating 6) - Page 11

I honestly have no idea. I say the first thing that comes to my mind. “Ten thousand dollars.”

Greyson’s eyes widen. “Damn. That’s a nice chunk of change.”

“Scared?” I tease.

He holds out his hand. “Not in the least. I’ll be happy to pay it if you win.”

We shake hands and I smile. “Good. It’s all settled then.”

The game is on.

We make it through the first nine holes and I’m behind two strokes. He’s either birdied or parred all of the holes while I tanked on the eighth hole with a bogey. We have nine more holes to go and I don’t think I’ll be catching up with the way Greyson is playing.

“So tell me,” he calls out as he tees up his ball. “What made you want to come to Charleston with your family?”

I lean back against the seat. “It’s not exactly that I wanted to,” I laugh. “I’m here for our annual family reunion. Every year we go somewhere different. Bryan and I always get coerced into going.”

Greyson laughs and hits his ball perfectly. “Nice. My family doesn’t do anything like that.” He gets back in the cart and drives me to my tee box. “The Jennings’ aren’t exactly close. Don’t get me wrong, I see my parents regularly, but I haven’t seen my aunts, uncles, or cousins in years. We’re all scattered across the U.S.”

“So are both sides of my family,” I say, “but my mother’s side is adamant on doing these reunions. I only see my father’s side on Christmas.” Since we’re on a par three hole, I grab my nine iron out of my bag.

“What are you going to tell your brother if he finds out you’re with me today?”

I walk up to my tee box and sigh. “Well, I’m hoping he doesn’t. At least, for your sake. He’ll hate you even more than he does now. Especially after that whole stunt you pulled about going to the press and saying he faked his wrist injury because he was scared of losing to you.”

I glance at him over my shoulder and he shrugs. “It was a joke. A funny one at the time, but obviously, it wasn’t a good idea. I’m sorry about that.”

“I’m not the one you should apologize to.”

He groans. “Your brother would rather beat the shit out of me instead of listen to an apology. It’s too late for that.”

It’s my time to shrug. “Never know unless you try.”

I line up at the ball and swing my club. The ball lands perfectly on the green.

“Good shot. You might gain a stroke on me with this one.”

We ride up to the green and get out with our putters. I’m closer to the hole than he is so he has to putt first. He gets into position and taps the ball. It goes straight toward the hole and skims the rim as it passes. Inside, I’m screaming with joy, but I keep my composure. Taking a deep breath, I grip my putter and let my breath out slow. I tap the ball gently, but with enough force to get to the hole, and it goes right in.

Greyson grins and taps his into the hole. “Nice. You’re only one stroke behind me now.”

“With eight more holes to go. I can totally catch up.”

He gets our balls out of the hole and tosses mine to me. “Why didn’t you want to be a professional golfer? You could seriously kick ass in the LPGA.”

I slide my putter back into my bag. “There was a time when I considered it, but it’s not what I wanted to do with my life. I like being a nurse and being at the hospital. It’s where I belong.”

“Was your dad okay with that? I’m sure he would’ve loved to see you follow in his footsteps.”

I shrug. “Yes, he would’ve, but he knows I’m happy. Both he and my mother have supported me in everything I’ve done.” We get in the cart and head to the next hole. “What about you? Do your parents support your golfing?”

He laughs. “They do more than anything.” Then his expression goes solemn. “I didn’t grow up with much but when they saw I had an affinity for golf, they nurtured it. They worked extra hours so they could afford golf lessons. I got a scholarship and played my way through college. Then, when I got out, I started to play professionally. I made sure to pay them back for everything they’ve done for me. That’s why I bought them a retirement cabin in the North Carolina mountains. It’s where they always wanted to be.”

Out of all the things I knew about Greyson, I had no clue he grew up with little money. I’m sure it’s not something he tells a lot of people. “That’s really sweet, Greyson. I know they have to be proud of you.”

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