A Date to Play Fore - Heidi McLaughlin Page 0,9
not do. Getting involved with Greyson is a gamble. It can either be a good thing or a monumental bad thing. In this case, I’m up in the air. After last night, I’m so glad he showed up when he did. Luckily, I can take care of myself and I would’ve kicked that guy in the balls if he tried to follow me to my room. But it was kind of sexy to have Greyson come to my rescue.
Now all I have to do is keep my family from finding out my plans for the day. It shouldn’t be too hard as long as I can keep my father and brother from getting on the course. It just so happens that all the men are going boat shopping. My father wants to buy one which means they will be out in the water, test driving boats. My mother and all her sisters and aunts are going shopping again. I already have a closet full of clothes to last me a lifetime. I rarely wear them anyway. Now that I’m a nurse, I wear scrubs five days a week.
My family are early risers, so we already met for breakfast and it’s now ten minutes till eight. Afterwards, I rushed back up to my room to change into a black golf skirt and a green sleeveless polo top. I have my sunglasses and my black Nike hat to hopefully disguise who I am if anyone were to see me with Greyson. My dad doesn’t have a problem with him, but Bryan would lose his mind if he saw me with Greyson. Not only does he hate Greyson, but he’s your typical big brother, always trying to protect me. Greyson has been known to break hearts. It’s a good thing I don’t easily give mine away.
The clock keeps ticking down and it’s time to go. I slip my phone into my purse and head out of my room towards the elevators. Thankfully, I don’t see any of my family members on the way out of the resort to the pro shop. The pathway is lined with palm trees and I love it. Before reaching the pro shop, I slide my ponytail through my hat and slip on my sunglasses. Up ahead, I can see Greyson strapping our clubs to the back of the cart. Looks like we’re riding together. His khaki pants hug him in all the right places and his light blue polo shirt fits his arms snugly, showing off how sculpted they are.
Dammit, Leah, you can’t be thinking this way! He’s the enemy. Then again, why does the enemy have to be so hot? And why did I agree to such a bet? I may be a good golfer, but the only way to beat him is if he’s off his game today. Judging by the twinkle in his eyes as he watches me approach, I think I’m in way over my head.
“Good morning, beautiful. You ready to play?”
My heart skips a beat, but I blame it on the June heat getting to me. “I am,” I call out. When I get closer, I nod at my clubs. “I’m surprised the guys in the shop let you have my clubs without me giving them the okay.”
He shrugs, giving me a playful wink. “They love me in there.”
I roll my eyes. “I bet they do. How much did you pay them?”
Chuckling, he hops in the cart and pats the seat beside him. “Don’t you worry about that. Come on, let’s go.” His eyes graze over my body and he smiles. “Judging by the incognito look, I’m assuming you don’t want people knowing it’s you with me.”
I slide into the cart and laugh. “Hey, I have a reputation to protect. I’m not part of the PGA you boys like to pick women from.”
He bursts out laughing and presses on the gas. “You mean the Party Groupie Association?”
Just hearing it sounds absurd, but it’s actually a thing. There are plenty of women who will do anything to be a part of it. I’ve heard some of the conversations between golfers at many of the tournaments. Not to mention, Bryan has told me countless stories of what goes on behind the scenes. Take for instance, if a guy calls a girl a “double bogey” that means she’s willing to have anal sex. If someone is referred to as a “water hole” it means she’s only into oral. The list goes on and on. If my