Hudson (Anderson Billionaires #4) - Melody Anne Page 0,80

again. She wasn’t, but she could see why he was so suspicious. She couldn’t quit laughing every time something went wrong.

Hudson hit a perfect shot, his ball landing only a couple of feet from where the flag was sticking up. Daisy was going to try again. She wanted to jump in the cart and ride away, but he’d been a good sport about her plans for him, so she could suck this afternoon up. Besides that, his company wasn’t bad at all.

She set her ball on the tee, then spread her legs like he’d shown her, and really concentrated on the ball. She was going to get one good hit if it was the last thing she did all day. Maybe if she managed to get just one ball close to the hole she’d enjoy the game at least a little bit. She looked down at the ball, then at the hole in the distance, then back to her ball. Then she did about a dozen practice swings.

“There are other people waiting,” Hudson finally told her. She looked up to see him grinning at her.

“They can continue to wait. I’m getting this one right,” she told him.

“Then carry on,” he said. He was leaning against the golf cart as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

She started her routine all over again. She readjusted her grip on her club, putting her full concentration into the swing. She could do this. She was smart, talented, and didn’t take no for an answer. She could beat this stupid white ball and this ridiculously stupid game.

Finally, she swung with all of her might . . . and the sound of the club hitting the ball was beautiful . . . for about half of a second, until the momentum of the swing pulled her entire body with it. As the ball went soaring through the air so did she, her feet launching off the ground. She flew up before coming back down . . . hard.

Hudson was there in a second, dropping down beside her. “Are you okay?” he asked, worry etched on his face.

She’d landed on her butt, and it was throbbing along with her pride. Before she could answer, though, she heard someone cheering and calling out, “Hole in one!” She looked up, then jumped to her feet.

“Was that for me?” she asked, looking around, trying to find the person who’d shouted. Was he shouting for himself or for her?

Hudson climbed a bit more slowly to his feet, then looked ahead to where their flag was waving. A man walked over to it and held his thumb in the air, his grin coming through to them loud and clear even from two hundred and fifty yards away.

“Holy cow, you just got a hole in one,” Hudson said, sounding and looking utterly stunned.

“I did? I really did?”

“Yep, you did.”

She jumped up and down, turned in a circle, then did a dance, not even caring if she looked ridiculous. She was grinning from ear to ear.

“Hole in one. Hole in one. I got a hole in one. I’m the best, I’m the best. I got a hole in one,” she sang out as she continued doing a dance, a mixture of a football touchdown dance and the Staying Alive seventies classic.

“Impressive,” Hudson said as he held out his hand for a high five. She smacked her hand to his, then picked up her club, moved to the golf cart, and put it away.

“Heck yeah, it is. And I quit now. I’m ending on that note.” She climbed inside the cart and waited for him.

“We can’t quit. We’re only halfway through,” he told her.

“Nope, done, done, done. I’ll never get that hit again, and if you want me to have warm fuzzies about this place, I suggest you let the game end.”

He stared at her for a moment then burst out laughing. “I guess the game is over,” he said.

She put the golf cart into gear, then took off, throwing Hudson back in his seat. They collected their balls, and she took the long way back to the clubhouse, driving way too fast, and scaring a few more people — including Hudson. But she couldn’t quit smiling or laughing.

For a day she hadn’t expected to be fun at all, it had ended up being one of the best she’d had in a long time. She was riding on such a high as they left the beautiful golf course that she didn’t even