“Is that so?”
“It sure is.”
“Can you gallivant into any club you want?” She took a bite of her apple pancakes, a droplet of gooey syrup holding space in the corner of her mouth. I couldn’t resist reaching my thumb over and swiping it off. “Better?” she asked me.
“I would have liked to lick it off…”
“Shhh, back to the club. Can you go anywhere? Is that how it works?”
I felt my head nod. “If I want. There is usually someone I know connected with the place, but I play at home these days. Occasionally, one of my buddies asks me to go to Scotland…to Bandon. We could go if you get your swing right.”
She giggled, swiping her mouth with a napkin. “I hardly think I’m Bandon material. The club was a stretch, but I had to go where I had connections.”
“I forgot to say…your partner? Another golf friend for me to be jealous over.”
I was joking. After the night we had, I was feeling confident I was the only man occupying Wren’s fantasies.
Much later at the course, to be absolutely certain, with my arms wrapped around Wren, her ass tucked in my groin (a little deeper than necessary but I wasn’t complaining), I said, “Hope you don’t plan to sleep a lot tonight.”
She shanked the shot. “No fair, you sabotaged me,” she said, turning and kissing my cheek.
I’d never played golf and felt so flirty at the same time, except for a few times in college. I loved the way my passion was coming together with Wren. “Oh shit, do you have surgeries tomorrow?” I asked, gathering Wren close.
“No, but I do see patients and will need some rest. So hurry up the golf lesson, lover boy.”
“That’s a threat I can handle.”
She was already back in her stance, black pants and royal blue long-sleeved golf shirt tucked in, a vest over it, looking thepart very much. It was a mild day, and we were able to utilize the outdoor range. I didn’t ask where her seemingly newfound golf wardrobe came from…telling myself she’d bought it while thinking about me.
“So, what are you doing tomorrow?” Wren asked me as we made our way back inside the clubhouse.
“I actually have to go back to Los Angeles. Since this was a last-minute trip,” I said with a wink, “I have a meeting scheduled with one of the studios on Tuesday morning.”
“Are you getting into acting?”
“Not exactly. They’re discussing a remake of a movie…the hero is a deadbeat golfer and the heroine is his savior. And they want to discuss my interest. Either as the lead or a cameo.”
“Wow! So, youareacting?”
“Ryan actually suggested me for the part. That’s how La La Land works. She’s all about who you know and being in the right place at the wrong or very right time.”
“So if I invited you back to visit, you might not be able to come?” She stopped us and tucked herself into my side, looking up at me.
“Oh no. I make my own terms. I would come…”
Another wink from me, and aShhhhfrom my lady.
“How did it go?” Ryan yelled into the phone.
“Dude, where are you?” I asked, setting my phone on speaker next to my chair.
“Vegas. Belated Valentine’s thing with Lady Gaga. Except there is some sort of party in my suite.”
“Only you.” I laughed.
“Hey, when Gaga invites you, you don’t say no.”
“Never.” I took a slug of scotch. It had been a long day, mostly filled with wondering what I’d agreed to and what that meant for Wren and me.
