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He headed down into the basement to see what was going on and to his surprise it was River on vocals. Cash just watched him for a little bit before they realized he was there.

"Oh, hey. I didn't see you there. I didn't touch the Fender," River said as the music stopped.

"You sounded really good."

"Yeah?” asked Mateo from behind the drum set with a grin spread across his face.

"Yeah," Cash said genuinely. "It was good. How long have you been playing?"

"Not long. Just about a year."

"Nice, well you come by and jam with River whenever you want. I'll let you guys get back to it."

This summer was not going as planned. He found he was enjoying River's company more than he thought he would. Things were progressing with Evie. It all seemed to be going well, but he couldn't shake the thought that the rug would soon be pulled out from underneath him. It was probably the golf game with Evie's family at a country club. That was pretty damn close to his own personal version of hell. The fact that he was even considering it spoke to just how into her he was. Hopefully Conner could show him some tips because he had never played before. How hard could it be?

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Cash was furious. He was not having a good time.

"Did you find your ball?" Conner called.

"No.” Cash was out in the grass looking for his ball. "This is a stupid fucking game," he mumbled under his breath. He found his ball and picked it up and walked back out to the green.

"You're supposed to hit it from where it lands," Conner said.

"This is fine." Cash grumbled hitting the ball again. While it was nowhere near Conner's ball, it was at least not in the weeds this time. "I don't think I can do this. Playing at the country club with a bunch of stuffed shirts. You know how I am with those guys."

"I do, which is why I'm kind of surprised you said yes," Conner said as he stepped onto the putting green.

"I know, but Evie asked me to."

"I know I've been a little preoccupied with Sasha, but I didn't see this coming," Conner said as he got out his putter and tapped the ball easily into the hole.

Cash took another swing at the ball and groaned as rolled off the green. "I know, it all just came out of nowhere. I hooked up with her at the gala, but I knew it was going to be different with her."

"Hopefully your golf game won't be a determining factor for anything."

"It's a stupid game."

After a couple more hits Cash finished out the hole. "I know we still have a few holes left to hit, but maybe we can just go hit some balls," Cash said as he picked up the balls. That might actually be more help than this.

"Yeah, let’s go."

They loaded their clubs onto the cart and took back off for the club house.

"So, I think I'm going to ask Sasha to marry me," Conner said.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I asked her dad for permission when we were in Illinois. I wasn't sure what he would say since he is old school, but her family is great. Not too different from the McPhee madness."

“I’m happy for you, Sasha’s pretty great.”

Conner just nodded and the two men walked in silence back to the club house to hit some balls.

“Ya know, for someone who makes millions hitting a hard round object with a long stick, you are surprisingly terrible at golf,” Conner joked.

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