my high horse,” she said with another laugh.
“I wouldn’t put it quite like that,” he said, smiling big.
“No, I don’t think you would. I’m discovering you’re a pretty honorable man.”
“Well, until I have a club in my hand. Then I’m competitive,” he warned her.
“You won’t need to be with me. I suck. I think you’ve proven your point. We don’t have to golf,” she said, crossing her fingers she could get out of it.
“No way. I haven’t golfed in a while. It’s on,” he said.
“Do we at least get one of those golf carts? I’ve always wanted to drive one.” She felt a tiny bit of guilt over the wasted fuel. There was no way she’d admit to Darla she wanted to take one for a spin, not when she’d lectured her bestie for a lot of years about the environment.
“Golfing isn’t golfing without a golf cart and beer,” he said as if the thought of going without either was a sin.
“Okay, then I guess this won’t be so bad,” she said. She still wasn’t sure though.
Hudson threw a hundred-dollar bill on the table, making her gasp. That was just the tip since their meal had been comped. She tried not to react, though, as he stood and held out his hand.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
She took his hand and joined him. “I guess so.”
“Finished so soon?” their waitress asked.
“Yep, I’m anxious to get on the course,” Hudson said. “Thank you, it was delicious as always.”
“Have fun,” the waitress said. And then Hudson whisked Daisy away.
Since she didn’t own any official golf clothes she was wearing her yoga pants and workout shirt. It would have to do, because she wasn’t wasting money on an outfit she’d never wear again. She did find the skirts quite cute, but people who wore them out in public looked sort of silly. She could wear it to play tennis but she had a feeling she’d hate that game as much as she despised golf. She just wasn’t that into sports. She liked running, but anything to do with balls and coordination didn’t attract her.
Hudson got them the golf cart, and she was overjoyed when she got to drive it. She took a few loops before they came to their first hole. “This might not be so bad after all,” she said as she laughed. He looked slightly green.
“If we live through the day,” he told her while he chugged a beer.
“Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad,” she said.
“We were on two wheels around that last corner,” he reminded her.
She waived her hand in the air. “We were perfectly safe.”
“You made two people do a swan dive into the grass. I might not ever be able to come here again. They’re going to put a poster up with both of our pictures on it that says ‘If you see these two, apprehend them immediately.’”
“Nah, they were just dancing,” Daisy said. “I really like this golf cart.”
“Yeah you do, but I didn’t know you were Evil Knievel when I agreed to let you drive,” he said.
Daisy laughed. It stopped as they grabbed their clubs and moved to the first hole. She sighed as she looked longingly back at the golf cart. At least she had that to look forward to between each hole.
For the next two hours, she only smiled when she got behind the wheel of the golf cart again. Her game hadn’t improved in the last ten years . . . not even by a little bit.
She hit more balls into water traps, sand traps, and the shrubbery than she got onto the fairway. She managed to knock a woman’s hat right off her head, earning her a death glare from said woman, who in Daisy’s opinion was overreacting. It hit her hat, not her head. But she also hit three golf carts, knocked over Hudson’s bag — scattering his clubs and sending one into the water that he had to dig out — and then she smacked his shins with a club. He had a slight limp going forward after that.
“If you think any of this will make me give up, you have another thing coming,” Hudson said as he limped to the tee.
“I’m not doing any of it on purpose,” Daisy assured him before she fell into a fit of giggles. He glared at her. “I promise I’m not. I warned you how bad I am.”
“I don’t buy it. I think you’re purposely trying to sabotage the game,” he said.
She laughed