Page 69 of The Love We Make

“Don’t worry,” she responded as she took in my face. “There will be two golf carts per team. Their golf clubs will stay on their carts and they are all numbered. All you have to do is remember whose bag is whose and hand them whatever number they ask for from their bag.”

I nodded in relief. I could do that. “Anything else?”

“They will let you know what they need. Our mission is to keep them happy so they can bring in the big bucks. And spend the big bucks.”

As some of the golfers made their way in, Becca and I retreated to a big room for one final meeting with the volunteers. Margie assigned us our stations and groups and we were sent out to gather our teams.

As the golfers came in, they were given name tags, so I had to walk around reading their chests until I had my four golfers gathered. It felt awkward but I felt relief in the fact that it kept my mind off Ethan.

I looked at my list and read the names of the players on my team.

C. Nichols.

Oh shit, that was Becca’s brother, one of Ali’s boyfriends. He was the megastar quarterback for the Atlanta Jets. I was actually kind of starstruck at the thought of hanging with him all day.

P. Owens.

No clue who that was.

T. Black.

No clue.

A. Johnson.

Shit.I froze. Of course Aaron Johnson—or as Ethan called him, AJ—was on my team. For fuck's sake.

I was going to burn with embarrassment because of the last time we spoke. I was going to want to avoid talking about him striking out against Ethan at all costs. I didn’t want to be near him in case he reneged on Ethan’s deal and asked me out.

Originally, I didn’t care. But now that I had slept with Ethan, I didn’t want to be anywhere near Aaron. Not for any other reason than the fact that it would look bad to Ethan.

After everything Ethan gave me last week, I owed it to him to respect the fact that he didn’t want two of his friends hooking up. If I thought I saw something with Aaron, I would disregard Ethan, but I didn’t. So there was no sense in stirring that pot up.

I was probably worried about nothing. Was my ego seriously so big that I thought he may bethatinto me? Aaron was good looking, he could have whoever he wanted.

Right?

I spotted him across the main room of the clubhouse instantly. He was dressed in golfer khakis and a polo. He had a white hat on and sunglasses sitting on top of the hat. He was talking to Cam Nichols and I felt a small relief that I had just found two of my players in one spot.

“Hi,” I said walking up to them. I wasn’t going to give myself time to get nervous, I was going right in.

“Hi there,” Cam responded, bringing his hand out to shake mine.

Aaron took note of who was approaching and his eyes widened in shock. A huge smile crept onto his face as he stopped me from shaking Cam’s hand and pulled me into a hug.

“Madison!” He said excitedly as he kept his arms around me.

I felt incredibly uncomfortable. Not only because he stopped me from being polite to Cam, but also because he was hugging me a little too long for the place we were in.

I gently nudged him to let him know I was ready to break the hug and created space between us.

“Hi Aaron, fancy seeing you here.” Then I turned to Cam and stuck my hand out again. “Hi, I am Madison Scott, your caddy for the day.”

Cam shook my hand but eyed Aaron. “You two know each other?”

“We met at the All-star game last weekend,” I explained. “I was there with my friend, Ethan.”

“Ethan Jones?” Cam asked impressively as if I had just name-dropped Barbara Streisand like a boss.

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