“Olivia!”
I spin around when I hear my name. It’s Mr. Williams. I clutch Leo’s hand, giving it a big squeeze, then say, “The fun-sucker calls. I have to go. I’ll see you tonight!”
And I’m sprinting away before he can say anything else.
I skid to a stop in front of Mr. Williams and he hands me a stack of papers. “Can you go inside the office and make a copy of these? And then I’ll meet you back out here.”
I nod, accepting the papers. The copier is ancient and it takes forever, but after about fifteen minutes, I have the task completed. Mr. Williams is right where I left him, talking to the same group of people. I take a quick moment to check if Leo is still at that table but he’s gone.
But there’s a single club leaning up against the table. Its handle is neon green.
“Oh crap!” I mutter to myself.
I go to pull my phone out to call him but remember I have Wes’s phone instead of mine. It’s not like I’ve memorized Leo’s number. I don’t see him anywhere, but finally I spot his bag sitting in his pushcart right by the tee box for hole ten.
I only have a few minutes before Mr. Williams will be ready, so I grab the club Leo left behind and run like wild to the bag, dropping it inside.
And then I haul it back to Mr. Williams. He’s turning around looking for me the second I get back.
I hand him the papers and he motions toward the golf cart.
“Ready?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes, sir. I’m ready.”
Just as we’re about to pull away from the clubhouse, Leo walks out of another door, a bottle of water in his hand. I raise my hand and give him a small wave, hiding the motion from Mr. Williams. He returns the wave. He’s smiling big and there’s pep in his step. I’m thrilled he’s playing so well today.
And how cool will it be if he’s playing for LSU this fall! I could go watch his matches, cheer for him from the sidelines—quietly of course.
Wait. Am I thinking about long-term things with Leo?
I am. I really am.
It’s dumb to think a couple of days of flirting are going to amount to anything serious. I haven’t seen him in years!
It’s ridiculous.
Thinking about him makes me happy. So maybe that’s something to build on.
But it’s not something I can worry about right now. I have to focus on getting through to tomorrow afternoon without completely screwing up. Again.
Phone Duty:Wes
I’m leaving the clubhouse area when I run into Locke. Charlie told me last night after Olivia left that he was supposed to show up at Superior, and Charlie’s convinced that’s the “friend” Olivia got ice cream with.
“Hey, man, what’s up?” I say as I’m about to pass him.
“Hey, Wes, what are you doing here?” he says.
“Just bringing Olivia something she forgot at home,” I say, glancing back at the area behind me. “How’s it going?”
He loses the smile. “Okay. Could be better. I was hoping for a top-five finish, but doesn’t look like that’ll happen.”
I wince. “That sucks. Sorry to hear it.”
“It is what it is. Lots of good players here this week. There’s this guy from St. Francisville who is killing it. He’s playing better than he’s ever played. And I’ve played with Leo for years. Wasn’t expecting it.”
This throws me. “Leo?”
