And found Wes behind the counter scowling.
“What’s wrong with you?” If one more rotten thing happened this week, Levi might break something.
“Nothing,” Wes grumbled, marking off items on a list atop the counter.
Didn’t look like nothing. Wes’s mouth was white around the edges, and he wouldn’t look up. “Everything okay on the course?”
“Fine.”
Levi glanced around. The pro shop seemed in good shape—a few customers milling about. “Then what the hell’s the matter with you?” he said quietly enough so that only Wes could hear.
Wes finally glanced up, but not at Levi. He stared across the room at a couple looking at golf shirts with the club’s logo.
The man was about Levi’s age, and the woman seemed the same—maybe a little younger. Pretty. “You got a problem with the couple over there?”
Wes glared. “No fucking problem. Just want them to get the fuck out.”
Levi held up his hands. “Calm down. If this is how you treat our customers, we need to have a talk.”
Wes gripped his dark hair, his eyes bright with fury. “Why would she come here?”
Levi looked again. “The girl?”
“Yes,the girl,” his brother hissed.
“Who is she?”
Wes glanced away. “No one.”
Levi shook his head. “Right.Clock off. Now. That’s an order. Is there someone who can take over?”
Wes motioned to one of the employees stocking clothing on a back shelf.
His coworker walked up, and Wes handed over the keys to the store. “Close up and make sure the display is dusted before you leave.”
Levi and Wes made their way out of the pro shop.
“You’re coming to my place,” Levi said. “Nothing like manual labor to get your mind off things.”
Wes was so bent out of shape that he didn’t even argue.
They walked through the parking lot, and Levi asked, “What was that back there, anyway? Never seen you angry at a woman before.”
Wes stared straight ahead. “I dated her in school.”
“High school?”
Wes hesitated. “College.”
Levi stopped in the middle of the parking lot. “This wouldn’t be the same woman who was your girlfriend for two years and dumped you right before your pro career took a nosedive, would it?”
The look Wes shot him told Levi everything he needed to know. He left it alone. After all, he had his own woman issues. No need to burden himself with Wes’s.
“So what’s this manual labor you need?” Wes stopped at his car and looked over the hood to where Levi was parked.
“We’re building an A-frame at the fire pit.”
Wes rolled his eyes. “You ever think to ask before you give orders? I’m not your slave.”
