Since Bryan already drove his ball to hit Greyson, it ends up being my turn. I tee up my ball and swing. It slices to the right, completely out of the fairway and into the rough. Greyson and Eli chuckle under their breath as they drive away while Bryan glares at me.
“Please tell me you did that on purpose?”
My lips pull up into a smile. “Of course, I did. Think about how much fun it’s going to be when we kick his ass.”
Bryan grins wide. “Let’s show him what we can do.”
Hole after hole, we’re neck and neck with only one stroke between us. It’s a close match, but I’m holding my own, especially for a female in a mostly male dominated sport. It all comes down to the eighteenth hole. It’s a par three with water all around the green. We all managed to get across the water, and now, it’s time to putt. It’s all down to me. If I can birdie my putt, my brother and I will win. If I don’t, we’re screwed. I can’t let Bryan down. He needs this win, and Greyson needs to be taken down a notch.
Taking a deep breath, I look over at the hole and then down at my ball. It’s about an eight-foot-long putt. I breathe in and out and close my eyes. Come on, Leah, you can do this. I open my eyes and tap the ball. It rolls across the green … and right into the hole.
Bryan yells and scoops me up into his arms. “Hell fucking yeah. You did it!”
He swings me around and I laugh. Greyson and Eli both seem impressed. Greyson walks over and pulls out a wad of cash from his wallet. Bryan sets me down and Greyson hands him the money. “Good job. It’s about time you won at something. I hate it had to be because of your sister.”
Bryan narrows his gaze. “But at least she kicked your ass, cocksucker. You got beat out by a girl. Wait till everyone finds out about this.”
Greyson shrugs and Bryan walks over to the cart. Before I can turn, he lightly grabs my arm. “I’m impressed. Guess it’s not a surprise since your father’s a legend. He taught you well.”
“Yes, he did.”
His eyes search mine. “Go out with me tomorrow. I think we could have some fun.”
I snort. “I can do that without you.” My smile grows wider. “Besides, I’ll be busy spending that thousand dollars.”
Greyson chuckles. “You do that. Maybe next time.”
I walk backwards toward the cart. “Not gonna happen.”
3
Greyson
“How many times are you going to pump your shoulders until you’re ready?”
Eli stands in the full-length mirror and pushes his shoulders up and down, back and forth, while he straightens his shirt. I do this too but not to the extent he does. Each pop or flex and his shirt rides up because he insists on wearing a size smaller than what he really wears. He tells me it’s because women like to see his muscles. I think it’s because he likes to see them. When I first met Eli in college, he was this scrawny, dweeby kid working at the golf course. On the day we met, the group I was with were heading out and we needed caddies. No one picked Eli, so I did. My stupid ass friends laughed, but I won in the end. He not only became my best friend, but he’s the best caddy on the circuit and he’s loyal as fuck. Of course, my fame went to his head but only in the sense that he bettered himself. His words, not mine.
“You wish you looked this good.” He flexes in the mirror and I swear he makes a kissy face, but I can’t be certain. I wouldn’t put it past him.
I ignore his statement and remind him, “You know you have to wear a jacket to this meeting.”
We are meeting with a couple of my sponsors this evening. Normally, I would take my business manager, but since Eli and I are technically on vacation and the sponsors called, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Nor would it be very smart. If someone wants to pay me millions to wear their clothes or put their name on my bag, it’s going to happen.
He nods. “Just making sure I’m all set for later.”
Later . . . When Eli hits the hotel bar and picks up a girl for the night. He’ll settle down, someday. At least, that is what I tell his mom when she asks me what happened to her sweet, innocent boy. I happened—well money, fame, and being tied to me.
As soon as Eli’s ready, we’re out the door and heading down the stairs toward the lobby. It’s my preferred method of getting around the hotel because you never know who you’re going to run into. Word has spread since our little golf game the other day with Leah and the jackass, and more women are starting to hang out at the bar. Eli tells me the women are there for him, and I let him believe that.