Page 16 of Pallas & Kawehi

“Are you telling me something?” He raised his eyebrows, but he had a feeling that she couldn’t see it in the darkness.

“Nothing wrong with a blue ball,” her laughter wasn’t so hidden then.

“You’re enjoying this.”

“I’m enjoying being with you.”

Her words were simple, but they carried a lot of feeling and he felt it, too.

“Enough to take it easy with me on the course?”

She stopped and turned around. He was surprised at how close they were in the darkness. “Easy? Nope. You had fair warning for this.”

“Right,” he agreed, “but if we’re going to make this competitive, there should be a prize at the end.”

“Okay,” she turned back around and set her ball on the first ‘tee.’

He had to take a step back. Yes, it was dark in the room, but he could still see the neon light that highlighted her body and that included her incredible backside.

When she stood back up, he brought his eyes back up to her face. Thank goodness he was quick.

“So,” she gave him a broad grin. “What’s the prize?”

“You agree to let me pay for dinner.”

“That’s if I win, right?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I get to pay for dinner.”

She balked at the idea. “If I win you pay for dinner and if I lose you pay for dinner.”

He nodded. “Exactly.”

“No,” she turned that idea down. “That’s not fair.”

“I think it is. You didn’t let me pay for dinner the other night.”

“That’s… that’s…”

“It’s all fair. But whoever wins at mini-golf gets to pick the next challenge.”

“I can see that this is going to be really fun.” She shook her head at him. “And very competitive.”

“Let’s see who wins.”

She gave him a sidelong look before settling down with her feet spread shoulder-width apart, lined up her golf club, and with one little swing, she sent the ball down the straight away, bounced it off of a piece of wood angled at the corner and it went down a longer straight away to somewhere neither of them could see.

“Are you going to go see where it is,” he asked her, but she shook her head.

“I’m going to go with you after you fire off the first shot.”

“That confident?” As she stepped away, he set his green ball down and stood back up to line up his shot.

She shrugged at him. “Maybe I just want to see you cry.”

He smiled and nodded. “Big talk, Kawehi.”

“Take your shot, Dom. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

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