A Date to Play Fore (The Dating 6) - Page 5

This is good news and I know our father will be ecstatic. I hug him hard. “And I will be there to support you,” I say to him.

We play the first couple of holes rather quickly and soon catch up to two men on the fourth hole. It’s a par five hole and they’re right in the middle of the fairway. We have to wait to hit until they get at a safe distance away. Closing my eyes, I breathe in the salty sea air. If I didn’t love my job at my Charlotte hospital, I’d move to the beach in a heartbeat.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Bryan growls.

Heart racing, my eyes snap open. “What?” I gasp.

He points toward the fairway. “Look who it is.”

There’s only one person it could be to earn such a hated look from my brother. And of course, when I focus on the guy about to hit his ball, I recognize his stance. Greyson Jennings has his own style when it comes to golf. I hate the guy, but he’s one of the best. You can’t help but admire how talented he is.

Bryan fumes and clenches the steering wheel. “Of all places he could be, why in the hell is he here?” I’ve been wondering the same thing. Greyson never answered when I asked him. It wouldn’t surprise me if he did it on purpose. The only way he could’ve found out would be through my social media.

Bryan hops out of the cart and reaches for his driver. Eyes wide, I can feel my heart pounding harder. “Bryan, what are you doing?”

He tees up his ball and smiles. “Just having a little fun, sis. If I knock him out, he deserves it.”

This is going to be a disaster. I just know it. The sound of his driver connecting with the ball is so loud it echoes in my ears. I watch it sail through the air, right in the direction toward Greyson. He doesn’t even yell fore, and I’m too shocked to even speak. The ball starts to drop from the sky and when it lands, it’s only about three feet away from Greyson and his best friend, Eli. He jerks around and throws his arms up in the air. Bryan bursts out laughing and flips them both off.

Greyson and Eli jump in their cart and head toward us. This is not what I want. “Just great,” I grumble. “Now look what you did.”

Bryan comes over to me and leans against the cart. “The fucker deserved it. It’s time he knows I’m back in the game.”

The last thing I want is to get in the middle of a testosterone match. I don’t care about seeing who has the bigger balls. When Greyson gets closer, his snarl turns into a smile when he notices me. Definitely not what I want. Bryan steps forward, driver in hand.

“Sorry about that,” my brother taunts, “I didn’t exactly hit what I was aiming for.”

Greyson bursts out laughing and steps out of the cart. “You never do. You obviously don’t know how to handle your shaft.”

Here we go. Groaning, I smack a hand to my forehead. “Really? This is what I’m going to have to put up with today?”

Greyson smirks at me, his gaze roaming over my bare legs before settling back on my eyes. “It’s good to see you again, Leah. I didn’t know you played golf.”

Busted. Bryan’s going to be pissed I didn’t tell him. His shoulders tense but he doesn’t look at me. Instead, he moves to the front of the cart to block Greyson from looking at me. “How about we play teams? My sister and I against you and your caddy.”

The day just got worse. I’m going to kill my brother. Then again, maybe we can teach Greyson a lesson.

“Bryan, no,” I snap. “I suck at golf. We’ll lose.”

His eyes meet mine for the briefest of moments. Even though he can’t read my mind, we have a connection. Bryan stands up straighter and turns back to Greyson. “No worries, sis. I’ll play good enough for us both.”

“What are we playing for?” Greyson asks, moving to the side so he can see me. “Money? A date?”

I roll my eyes. “You can forget that.” I hop out of the cart and join my brother. “How about a thousand dollars?”

Greyson and Eli look at each other and I can see the outright arrogance on their faces. That’s their downfall. Greyson holds out a hand to my brother. “Deal. A thousand dollars.”

Bryan shakes his hand, the muscles in both of their forearms clenching. “Deal,” Bryan agrees.

Greyson tips his hat at me and smiles. “I’m happy you’ll be playing with me.”

I grab my driver out of my bag. “I’d rather play with myself.” He finds it hilarious, but I see it as a jab. The guy is an insufferable tool.

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