Page 16 of Anyone But Her

I laugh. "No. Not at all. In fact, he hates golf and pretty much anyone who plays it."

Cal's smile falls. "But you play it."

"Yeah," I say, looking down at the ground. "He's not my biggest fan."

"Sorry to hear that."

I shrug and look up at him. "It's not a big deal. We have different interests. That's all. So anyway, I should probably check in."

"I'll go with you. The check-in guy gave me the wrong key. I have to get a different one."

We walk together to the check-in table and as we're waiting in line, an image of Cal's sister pops in my head. She's been in my head since I saw her on TV five years ago. Sometimes I look her up online just to see what she's up to. She's really into golf, like her brother. She's even been in some junior tournaments. She's grown up a lot the past five years. She doesn't look like a little girl anymore. She's filled out and has a body that...well, I shouldn't be thinking about that with her brother standing here. I'll just say that she's still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

"So is your family here?" I ask Cal.

"They were. They just left. We hit some balls at the driving range and then they took off."

"Your mom golfs too?" I purposely don't mention his sister, although right now she's all I can think about.

"Yeah," Cal says. "So does my sister."

"Is she any good?" I ask casually.

"My mom? Yeah, she's okay. She played in college."

"I meant your sister. How old is she?"

"Fourteen. And yeah, she's good. She's really good at her short game. She needs to work on her drives. She wants to go pro someday, just like me."

A girl who's beautiful AND loves golf? She's my dream girl! I wonder what she's like. She looks nice in her photos but looks can be deceiving. But her brother seems cool so maybe she is too.

I don't know why I care. It's not like I'd ever date her. We don't even live in the same state. When her dad retired he moved the family to Phoenix. That's a long ways from San Diego.

We reach the front of the line and I check in and get my cabin assignment.

"Here's your key," the guy says, handing it to me. "Cabin fourteen."

"No shit?" Cal turns to me. "I'm in fourteen too. We're roommates."

I'm rooming with Cal Tuckerman? That's just great. Actually, it IS great because he seems really cool and his dad's a golf legend and I could probably learn a lot from Cal and even become friends with him. The only problem is, being around him means I'll keep thinking about his sister.

"Guess I'll see you in the cabin," I say. "I'm gonna go put my stuff away."

"Wait up," he says. "I'll go with you. I just need a new key." He explains the key mix-up to the check-in guy.

"I think I have yours," the guy behind us says. He hands Cal his key. "This is for cabin fourteen. I'm in thirteen."

"Then this is yours." Cal gives him the key. "I'm Cal, by the way."

"The great Cal Tuckerman?" He smiles. "Son of a legend?"

Cal laughs. "Don't let my dad hear you say that. He's got a big enough head as it is."

"I'm Steve. I've been following your dad's career since I was a kid."

"Your name's Steve?" Cal asks, sounding surprised.

"Yeah. Why?"

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