“But he beat you at Maui. Tougher course, tougher conditions.”
Harrison stared at Hillary, looking slightly wounded.
“Sounds like a rivalry,” June observed.
“Nope, not a rivalry. Tony is a good guy, and honestly, in golf, you play against yourself,” Harrison said.
“Not what I hear,” Carol said, and took a sip from her Stanley cup as she waggled her brows at Hillary. “About Tony, I mean. I haven’t the slightest idea about golf.”
Okay, that was enough. Amy was clearly the only one who had no idea about Tony, and not only was she missing out, but they had also forgotten her. Fine. That’s what she wanted. She went back to her canvas andsat, staring at a half-painted-over canvas. She picked up a brush, dipped it in some red, and painted a circle. She had an idea.
But then the Posse started whistling and making catcalls.“Yeah, baby, get on the table.”
“That’s it,” Amy muttered. She put down her paintbrush, wiped her hands on her painter’s apron, and walked outside to the main pool deck.
Harrison and Hillary had moved to the covered patio with the heat lamp, and he was on the table without his shirt, which, having seen his body up close and personal, Amy knew was the cause of the catcalls. Hillary was on top of him, her elbow digging into his back as Harrison made some whimpering sounds.
“So let me ask you something, H,” said June, oblivious to his whimpering. “Where is your wife or girlfriend? Why is a man like you out here by himself?”
“Why is it that everyone wants to know about my love life?” he groused. “There is a lot more to me than a significant other.”
“I’ll say,” said Melissa, and she and June giggled.
“Because you’re a cutie patootie,” said Amy’s mom. “Don’t you make a lot of money playing golf?”
Amy gasped, drawing attention to herself and thereby announcing her presence, which had gone unnoticed until now.
“Amy! You startled me,” her mother said. “What are you grunting about?”
“You know better than to ask a personal question like that,” Amy said.
“I didn’t ask how much. I’m just saying, a good-looking man with a lot of money would be a huge draw.”
“Oh my God,” Amy muttered.
“But then he’s running around out here by himself,” Carol continued, which confirmed the Posse had discussed him. “It doesn’t make sense. I think maybe he’s broke. Are you broke, H?”
“I am not broke,” he said calmly.
“Get in the pool, Amy!” Melissa said. “It’s warm and it’s great!” She made a move to splash some water in Amy’s direction and almost fell off her ring. Tipsy before noon.
“Well, I think he’s here for Hillary,” Amy’s mother said.
“Wait, what?” Hillary frowned with confusion. “But I’m with Tony.”
“No offense, but I’m not here for you, Hillary,” Harrison said. “Can I get up now?”
Hillary slid off his back.
Harrison sat up, wincing as he moved his shoulder around. “You were hired by my manager, remember? Sent to surprise me? Which reminds me, I need to give him a call and thank him for the treat.” He pulled on a long-sleeve shirt, then a jacket over that.
“But why did Barb say that?” Hillary asked, still looking very confused.
“Because she is meddling,” Amy said. “Pay no attention to her. Or them.”
“That’s just mean, Ames.” June sniffed.
“Okay,” Hillary said, but she was looking with suspicion at Harrison. “Umm…let’s hit a few balls.”
