Flirting with Temptation - By Kelley St. John Page 0,61
the back of her mind, she wondered if drive-by flirting counted. Because it came so naturally.
He stood. “Fine. That was my offer. Just tell Kitty that we’re finished. Case closed.” He started walking toward the door, and Babette gawked at his ass in those pants. Damn piña colada. Definitely would have to lay off them over the next two weeks, because she was accepting his ridiculous challenge.
“You’re on.”
He stopped with his hand on the door, waited a beat, then turned. “Not so much as an eye flirt, and definitely no returned whistles.”
He did know her. And there went drive-by flirting.
“Fine. And you’ll give Kitty another chance when I’ve done my part.”
“I’ll talk to her, if you do your part,” he said, then he left, and Babette wondered how she’d survive two weeks on the beach without whistling back.
Chapter 12
There were eighteen holes on the miniature course, and Gertrude and Paul were on number seventeen, one that had a small pond as its main feature. So far, she’d asked Henry sixteen questions, and so far, he either hadn’t answered, or he’d said no. She assumed anytime she didn’t meet the requirement for a yes, that meant no, but since she really hadn’t decided that was the way it’d work before she started, she wasn’t totally certain.
She probably should have written down some rules.
Paul went first, putting his ball perfectly up a little rise along one side of the green and then nodding when it hopped over that mini pond as though it were a stone skipping across the top of a lake. The ball ended up near the hole, and he merely tapped it in.
“Okay, your turn, Gert.”
She forced a smile, put her ball in the same little notch Paul had used on the square rubber pad at the beginning; she guessed in miniature golf that the little square pads were kind of like the tees. Anyway, she put the ball there, then held her putter, and thought about what to ask Henry this time.
If I make it in two, I should call Rowdy.
Okay, so she’d asked Henry the same thing three times already, and varied it somewhat on other holes by asking if she should drive to Tuscaloosa, or if she should get Babette to call on her behalf. But every time, the ball, or Henry, or both, didn’t cooperate.
She putted toward that same riser that Paul had used to bank the ball over that pond, and to her surprise, her shot did exactly the same thing as his, popped right over the pond then landed even closer to the hole than his had.
Henry was about to say yes, and her pulse skittered at the reality. When she left the golf course, she’d call Rowdy and see about getting together for coffee. All she had to do was tap the little ball in the hole.
“Good shot,” Paul said.
Pleased with herself, and with Paul’s praise, she nodded, then stepped close to her ball and prepared to finally get a yes from Henry.
She tapped the ball, and it scampered toward the hole, then rolled all the way around the edge before flittering off to the other side.
“Man, that was close,” Paul said.
Gert bit back her disappointment and nodded. “Yes, it was,” she said, tapping the ball again and watching it drop in the hole. “Very close.”
They moved to the last hole, the most difficult one on the course, according to the information on the scorecard, and Paul, once again, made it with two putts. “Your turn.”
Gertrude decided that this time she’d ask Henry something totally different from all of the seventeen questions before.
Henry, if you think I’m being ridiculous and should forget this whole communicating with you thing, let me know. I’ll make it easy for you. I haven’t gotten a hole in one yet, and this is the hardest one. If I get one this time, then I’ll assume you’re talking to me and want me to come back here again and use the other games Paul bought. If I get anything other than a hole in one, then I’m going back home and will be content to live my life as I have. I really don’t need anyone else anyway. I have your memories, and I treasure those. She put her ball on one of the notches in the rubber pad and didn’t worry that it wasn’t the same notch Paul had used. What were the chances of her getting a hole in one?