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He offers me a clean tee out of his bag, but I don’t want some freshly washed shirt. Instead, I grab his white undershirt off the floor and head back to the bathroom with it. “Okay,” I say, embracing the happiness I’m feeling right now. “I’ll stay. Of course I will.” I peek back out of the door. “For you, of course.”

“Of course,” he deadpans. “There should be a new toothbrush in there with the other stuff from the hotel,” he calls after me, as if reading my thoughts about exactly how disgusting my breath was going to be in the morning.

A few minutes later, Jameson and I are both ready for bed, and I cautiously crawl in next to him. I lie on the far side of the bed, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible without actually having to sleep on the couch.

Jameo is having none of it, though. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me to him until my head nestles in the nook of his shoulder. Unable to resist, I sigh deeply, sinking into his warmth. With a contented sigh, Jameson kisses the top of my head and whispers, “Sweet dreams, beautiful.”

Chapter twenty-four

Bryn

“Oh…my…God,” Becca deadpans.

“Wow there, Janice. No need to go all Friends on us,” I say, propping my feet up on the extra desk they have in their office space.

Izzy shoots my white sneakers a disapproving look. “More details, Bryn. You can’t just casually drop that you ended up just ‘staying with Jameo’ and not give us more details.”

I most certainly can. In fact, I have no plans on telling them about how, after waking up to Jameson’s alarm clock on Friday morning, we’d taken turns eating each other for breakfast. Or how, after he knew he made the final group on Saturday, we’d been twenty minutes late meeting Lila and JT for dinner because we’d been so wrapped up in celebrating. Or how on Sunday, after he’d gotten second, he’d all but begged me to take the next few days off so I could come to his house in Florida with him to relax before his tournament this weekend.

Izzy continues, “Also, there are these newfangled things the kids are using these days called cell phones. You could, and I’m just spitballing here, text us this news so we aren’t getting it a week later. Or, and this is getting really crazy, you could pick up the phone and call us. God, what I wouldn’t give to have been on the receiving end of a FaceTime from you in Jameson Walker’s bathroom.”

I snap my eyes up to meet Izzy’s, my focus fully on her now. “Why am I FaceTiming you from the bathroom in this situation? We’ve been over this more times than I feel is appropriate for people our age, Iz. You cannot FaceTime people in the bathroom.”

She pulls her long brown hair, which is so similar to mine, back into a bun at the nape of her neck. “First, it’s called FaceTime. I don’t know why you can’t see my face while I’m peeing. It’s not like I do it if I’m going number two. Second, because you clearly need to be in a room where the door can close so you can tell us all the dirty details while Jameson is in a post-sex coma on the bed.”

“Do you have a third, or are we just making lists out of two things these days?”

She flips me off, directing her other middle finger at Becca when she starts laughing too.

“It felt like news that could keep, especially since I spent the whole weekend at the course, where phones are very frowned upon.”

Becca looks up from her computer, swiveling in her chair to give me her full attention. “Honestly, Bryn, I can’t believe you’re dating Jameson Walker. Partly because he looked fucking hot as he tapped in that last putt to get second this weekend, but also because he is a dick. Like a certifiable douche canoe. You of all people tend to avoid dating anyone with dick tendencies.”

“Why do you hate him so much, Becca? I mean, I know I started the Dick thing that weekend, but you never get on board with me hating people.” A flashback from that awful end to our night at Cattlemens floats through my memory. “You were even rude to him that weekend at the bar.”

Izzy’s head tilts to the side. “That’s true. You were. And even when he came into the office to get Bryn’s number, you were pumped about meeting JT and were super friendly to him but barely even looked at Jameson. Did he do something to you?”

Shit. Did he?

Sighing, Becca rolls her eyes before she says, “No. But also, not no.” Izzy and I both continue to stare at her, waiting.

Finally, I crack. “Care to expand, Becca?” I ask, somewhat more harshly than absolutely necessary, but gosh. If he did something that would make Becca of all people this mad at him, I need to know now before I fall even further for the guy.

“Ugh! Fine.” She throws up her hands dramatically. “If you must know, before I left the course that first weekend, I went to find him to talk some sense into him about how awesome you are. I found him in the workout room, and he, like the Dick he is, assumed I was there to hit on him and basically told me to go fuck myself before I ever even had a chance to say anything.”

That doesn’t sound like the Jameson I know now, but it definitely is par for the course for the guy who had his heart ripped out by his girlfriend, had his career take a huge hit because he couldn’t get his head on straight, and was licking his wounds at the most remote private golf course he could find.

Izzy looks at me, her eyes wide, questioning what she should do.

“He never mentioned it to me,” I say. “But, to be fair to him, I saw the way women will just hit on him wherever he goes. I’m not saying he was right to treat you like that, Becca, but I can see how that would quickly become his go-to response. I’ll make sure he apologizes next time he sees you.”

“I don’t need an apology.”

I drop my feet to the ground and lean forward, my elbows on my knees. “Clearly, you do. You’ve been holding on to this for a while now.”

“Well, I’m not a floozy!”

Izzy and I both start, taken aback by the outburst. “Of course you’re not. What’s going on with you?”

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