own brother has partaken in the secret club, I have no doubt Greyson has as well. Not that I can blame him. He’s a single guy with countless ladies waiting to be his next conquest.
“Yes,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest, “I bet you’ve had your pick of the ladies.”
We stop at the first hole and he slams the cart into park. His laugh dies down and he shakes his head. “You really don’t have a high opinion of me, do you?”
I shrug. “I just know how you guys are. My dad admits to having his fun before he met my mother. Even my brother used to scope the ladies out at the tournaments before he got married.”
Greyson gets out of the cart and reaches for his driver. “I’m not going to lie, yeah, I had my fun there for a while. It’s not like I had a wife to go home to.” He walks to my side of the cart and stares down at me, his expression serious. “Can you blame me?”
Can I? No, not at all. I’ve heard it all through my brother’s eyes and I still love him. He’s not like that anymore and I know he loves his wife and would never hurt her. “No,” I answer in all honesty. “Believe it or not, I do understand. I guess that’s why both my dad and brother tell me to stay away from the golfers, or any professional athlete for that matter.” I laugh as I remember it all. We were all at the dinner table one evening and they kept listing every type of guy I should stay away from. “Actually, they told me to stay away from anyone famous. My dad wants me to find a normal man.”
Greyson reaches in across me and grabs one of his balls. The scent of his cologne wafts past my nose and I quietly breathe him in. He smiles and walks up to his tee box to line up his ball. “Finding a normal man will be easy for you. Everywhere you go, men want you.” He practices his swing and then turns to face me. “The problem is this, Leah. A normal man won’t be able to make you happy. You’re going to want more than that.”
I don’t know what to say to that. Is he right? Deep down, I know he is. I’ve dated several men over the years, but none of them have had that fire. That excitement that burns me from the inside out. I can see that fire in Greyson, but he’s forbidden. My family will never approve of him.
Greyson drives the ball right down the middle of the fairway. A perfect shot. He watches it and a triumphant smile spreads across his face. He came to win.
“You know what I’m going to want?” I say as he gets back in the cart.
“What?”
“Luck. You’re obviously going to kick my ass today.”
He bursts out laughing and drives me down to my tee box. “When I want something, I get it. We made a deal. You lose, I get to take you out on a date. I have it in my head that I’m going to win.” I’m just curious to see what he’s going to want if he wins. A date, yes, but what else?
I pull out my driver and tee up my ball. When my club connects, the ball goes soaring through the sky, right down the middle. Greyson claps and laughs. “Looks like I’m not the only one who came to win.”
When I get back in the cart, we head down to our balls which are only about five yards apart. “Speaking of winning,” I begin, “we need to come up with the terms. I already know that if you win, you want a date.”
He nods. “Exactly. Tomorrow. I want the whole day with you. You have to do everything I want.”
I hold up my hands. “Within reason. I’m not having sex with you.”
He throws his head back and laughs so loud it echoes across the course. “I’m not a complete asshole, Leah. I would never ask that. I have something planned and I think you’ll like it. It’ll be fun.” He winks. “I just hope I win.” As much as I didn’t think I’d be able to, I have the feeling I can trust him. “Now what about you?” he asks. “What do you want if you win?”
I honestly have no idea. I say the first thing that comes to