And thatterrifiedme as much as it thrilled me. I didn’t know what to make of any of it because it was like an untrodden landscape. I just knew I wanted more. To see her more. To have her more.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?” I asked as I slipped out of bed and grabbed my gym shorts, pulling them on.
Morgan looked at me as she fixed her shirt into place. “Nothing…why?”
“Do you want to come over after I get back from family dinner tomorrow?”
She smirked teasingly. “It’s been a while since we had two-in-a-row-nighter.”
“Yeah, well, something tells me I’ll be looking for a release.” More like I knew I was going to be craving her presence.
“Yeah,” she said, buttoning her jeans. “I’ll come over.”
Ismiled. I was nearly thirty years old, and I fucking smiled like a schoolboy at the mere knowledge I was going to see her tomorrow. “Okay, sounds like a plan,” I replied as nonchalantly as possible, following her out of my room and down the hall toward the door. “I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back.”
“Okay.” She looked at me as she opened the door and smiled. “Bye.”
Then she was gone.
And I was so far gone and so fucked.
When I went to bed that night, my dreams were plagued with Morgan, which was really nothing new, but since acknowledging my feelings for her, those dreams took on new meaning.
By the time my alarm went off in the morning, I was feeling restless and already wishing it was later that night just so I could see her. But I needed to focus. I had a game to win today. Because I still needed a comeback after my devastating loss to Chad, which hestillhadn’t shut up about. The number of messages he sent me to remind me that he’d beaten me made me think he had nothing better to do with his time, and I started leaving him on read.
I met Lucas and Gabe at eight that morning for our tee time at the Bayport Country Club. This time of morning was better because it was early August, and the sweltering heat could be intense. That, and the area was flooded with tourists and summer stayers during that time, and we didn’t want to be held up on the course.
Our game started off as usual, and I was ahead a good few strokes by the time we reached the halfway mark at the ninth hole.
“So, I forgot to tell you last night. I saw Chad on Friday when I had court in Charleston,” Gabe said as we watched Lucas set himself up in the tee box. “He said he beat you in a golf game.”
Lucas stopped mid-backswing, letting out a surprised laugh as he looked back at me. “What?”
Count your fucking days, Chad. “I had an off day,” I snapped.
Gabe chuckled. “So, it’s true? I thought he was bullshitting me.”
“Yes, it’s true. He won by two little strokes because, again, I had an off day.”
“Wow…” Lucas smirked.
I narrowed my eyes. “Shut up and take your shot.” He laughed as he turned back to focus on the ball in front of him.
Gabe looked at me with a grin. “Losing isn’t the end of the world.”
“It’s not losing that pisses me off. It’s losing toChad.”
Lucas came back to the cart after making his shot, slipping his club into his bag. “It was bound to happen eventually.”
“No. Don’t say that.”
They both laughed.
Gabe reached for his club in his bag for his shot but paused when his phone started ringing in his pocket; he pulled it out, looked at the screen, and then slid his thumb across it to answer before holding it up to his ear. “Hey, Ma. What’s?—”
He went dead still and silent.
His eyes darted between me and Lucas, our brows furrowing in sudden concern, and when I watched the color slowly drain from his face, I got a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach.
