“Good to know.”
I hopped up and walked back to where the ball was set up. I plucked up a different club and hit the ball out. We watched it sail through the air and roll toward a score. I set the club down, picked up another one and tossed it from one hand to the other. Then, I offered it to Bishop.
“Try out this one.”
He took it from my hand and looked at it.
“You sabotaging me?” he asked.
“I saw you play the last game. I don’t have to cheat to win.”
“Cocky ass.” Bishop grinned and got in position.
“You really hit like that or are you trying to set me up to arrange you right?”
“What’s wrong with how I hit, Asante?”
I walked over and put my hands on his waist. I pulled him back just a bit then pulled his shoulder blades back a little bit too.
“Follow all the way through when you swing.” I took a step back.
Bishop exhaled then swung. We watched the ball sail. I nodded and clapped.
“Better already, huh?” he asked.
“Much better.”
“I thought you didn’t golf a lot.”
“I haven’t.” I grinned. “Maybe I’m just a natural.”
“Yeah, okay.” Bishop handed me the club. “Any other hobbies I should know about?”
“I like shooting, hunting and cooking.” I said simply and adjusted my stance. I hit the ball and looked back at Bishop. “This is the part where you tell me your hobbies.”
“Drinking, shooting pool and shooting guns.”
“So we should go to the range together next?” I asked.
“We can do that,” Bishop took the golf club from me. “Don’t think that lil military training is going to carry you though.”
I looked at him and lifted an eyebrow.
“That competitive brother in you is coming out. Go ahead and reel that shit in, baby boy. I’m not your competition. We’re on the same team.”
Bishop lifted an eyebrow. I smiled at how he visibly melted and tensed at the same time. He licked his lips and looked off. He exhaled then swung and I clapped for him when he hit a perfect hit.
“You’re smooth,” he accused.
“You think so?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t try to be,” I admitted. “I just trust myself and my intuition so if shit feels good and right I go for it and say what I feel.”
“And you’ve been married?” he asked.
“Yep.” I nodded. “It failed and I still trust my intuition. Shit happens and people change but I wouldn’t be the man I am today if I didn’t take that loss. I’m right where I’m meant to be.” I took two steps forward, adjusted my stance and hit. “At golf,” I looked back at Bishop. “With you.”
