“At leastsomeonehas good things to say,” Wes said with a chuckle and a glance at me. “You must be Morgan’s brothers?”
“Wyatt.”
“Brody.”
Wes shook Wyatt’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Those your TaylorMade’s?” Brody asked.
“Yeah.”
“Those are some nice clubs,” Wyatt said.
Wes smiled. “They get the job done.”
“We saw you drive that last ball.” Brody grinned. “That was a hell of a shot.”
I could see Wes fighting back a smirk, and it gave me an uneasy feeling. “Well, since we’re at the same hole, if you guys wanna join us and take a few swings with them, you’re more than welcome.”
Wyatt and Brody beamed, but I shook my head. “No.” All three of them looked at me. “I’m sure he has much better things to do than golf with strangers. I know we do.”
“I don’t, actually,” Wes said with a smirk. “Plus, Chad down there sucks and doesn’t give me much competition, and based on your scorecard”—he gestured to their card on the dash of the golf cart—“you two would be a hell of a lot more fun and worthy to beat.”
“Beat?” Wyatt scoffed. I could see his competitive side flare to life, but instead of being offended by someone he didn’t know making such an assumption and putting him in his place like I thought my big brother would, helaughed. “You’re on.”
“What?” I looked between them. “No, look?—”
“You guys finish up here, and we’ll meet you over on hole eleven,” Wes interrupted.
“Sounds like a plan,” Brody replied with a nod.
My brothers turned and headed toward the tee box, and Wes shot me a grin, letting his eyes travel over my black tank top and matching tennis skirt. “Stop looking at me like that,” I hissed.
“See ya soon, Princess.” He winked before walking back to where the other guy was waiting in the cart.
What the hell?
For the next hour, I drove my brothers around, following behind Wes and his friend Chad from hole to hole. They all laughed and made easy conversation while I kept my ass on the golf cart, scowling at Wes suddenly being buddy-buddy with my brothers. I don’t know how guys did it—they could strike up conversations with perfect strangers and be best friends by the end of it. The next thing I knew, Brody and Wyatt were going to start talking to and hanging out with Wes on a regular basis.
No. That could absolutely not happen.
It was one thing for us to be around each other because of our already established mutual group of friends…and for us to meet up here and there for random sex. It was a whole other thing for us to bleed into each other’s lives outside of that.
Wes was right about one thing, though. His friend Chad sucked at golf. He’d just sent another ball rogue, and it disappeared into the thick forest bordering hole seventeen. “Fuck. I need that ball,” he groaned.
“Jesus Christ,” Wes mumbled before walking toward his golf cart. “Just…grab one of mine, and I’ll see if I can find that one.”
“Mo, why don’t you go help him?” Wyatt offered.
Wes chuckled. “Yeah,Mo.”
I raised a brow. “I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me,” Wyatt said. “You’re just sitting there. Two sets of eyes are better than one.”
I let out a breath. “Fine, but I’m driving.”
Wes smirked as he made his way over to my golf cart. “I’m good with that.” He slid into the seat beside me and dropped his voice down. “You know how much I enjoy it when you give me a ride, Princess.”
