When I pull around to the back side of the building, there is a guy waiting for me standing next to the water.
“Where do I take these?” I ask.
“These are for the tournament guys. Take it to their check-in table.”
He loads me up and I pull away. Wes’s phone vibrates in my back pocket and I stop so I can check it while I’ve got a minute to myself.
I see my name on the screen.
“What’s up?”
“You’re on speaker with me and Sophie—” Wes says, then Sophie interrupts him with a loud “Hey!”
Wes continues. “We’re calling to tell you that you have a message from L.”
Uh-oh. “What’s it say?”
Wes reads it aloud. “‘Looking for you. I’m at the range.’”
I take a deep breath. “Is there anything else?”
“No. Is there anything you want to tell us?” he asks.
“Not at this time,” I mutter. It’s a miracle Leo didn’t say anything that would give him away. I debated telling him about the phone swap, but that would only open up more questions about why I’m here, so yeah, I’m just winging it. Which I have never done in my life! And now I know why—it sucks to wing it. Too many things left to chance.
“Give us a hint! Please!” Sophie pleads. “We won’t tell Charlie.”
I roll my eyes. “Wes would totally tell Charlie and he knows it.”
“Yeah, I’d probably break down and tell him. I would feel bad about it, though.”
I need to go so I can deliver these waters and find Leo. “Okay, thanks for relaying the message.”
Sophie jumps in before I can end the call. “Wait! Which bathing suit did you bring? Your mom wants to know what you’re wearing to the party.”
“Ugh. Why does she care what I’m wearing to the pool?! Tell her the pink one.”
“Wait, the pink one with the yellow trim or the pink one with the blue ruffle?”
“Yellow trim,” I answer.
“Okay, I’ll pass that along,” Sophie says. “Better go find L!”
I end the call without saying bye.
It takes a few minutes to unload the waters, and then I’m hightailing it back to the range. From the tone of the text, it doesn’t sound like Leo’s just looking for me to say good morning.
I find him waiting for me, his bag on one of those pushcarts. Leo is scanning the area and looks relieved when his eyes land on me.
This can’t be good.
I pull the golf cart right up to him and hop out.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
He’s clearly concerned about something, but I still get a cute smile. “Morning. Wanted to see you before I teed off.”
His hand reaches for mine and he gives it a squeeze. I squeeze back and resist the temptation to pull him closer.
