Page 59 of The Blind Date

I sure hoped so.

I sat back and allowed everyone to discuss among themselves who they believed would be a good match for me. Instead of paying attention like I probably should have since it was my love life up for discussion here, I switched off my mind and helped myself to another strawberry daiquiri. All I needed to do was say yes or no, and if the former, be readily available to go on a date with yet another person my friends believed to be a perfect match for me.

It sounded simple, but it really wasn’t.

ChapterThirteen

Itried to get out of coming to watch my parents play golf, but it didn't work. The moment I suggested the idea, Mum figured it out.

Well, not all of it. The part where I had slept with Cedric and was now actively avoiding him was thankfully still unknown to my parents. But they did figure out that I was trying to avoid him.

Cedric and I had slept together Tuesday night, and it was now Sunday. I had successfully managed to evade him for a total of four days, but I knew today would break that streak.

It would be impossible to avoid running into him when we were both at the golf game.

Right now, I was more than ten minutes late and judging by the occasional cheers not far from here, the quarterfinals had already started. There was no real reason to linger in the pavilion, pretending to read some of the guides and notices they had pinned on the notice board, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. Not when I risked running into Cedric out there.

He had texted me a couple of times these past few days, wanting to meet up and talk, but I had ghosted him each time. The truth was, I had no idea what to say to him.

Saffron:

Hi. Sorry for walking out on you the other morning and leaving you in my bed. I'm not ready to admit my feelings for you yet, so please stand by while I get my shit together and pretend that I still hate you. Well, I still do, but not as much as before.

Nope. That wouldn't work.

Not at all.

"You must be Saffron Remington." An unfamiliar voice sounded from behind me.

Curiosity got the better of me as I folded up theGolf For Dummiesguide and glanced over my shoulder. When my eyes landed on a familiar head of brown hair that was slightly longer than his brother's and father's, dazzling green eyes and dashing good looks but more youthful-looking, there was no mistaking that this man was a Barlowe. The resemblance was uncanny.

My lips turned up slightly at the corners in greeting. "And you must be the younger Barlowe brother."

“Youngerandbetter looking, and don’t you forget that.” The youngest Barlowe grinned, matching his brother’s smug expression as he held out his hand. “I’m Cillian, by the way.”

“Cillian Barlowe,” I smiled and accepted his hand. “What’s your full name?”

"Cillian Ibiza Barlowe." His lips turned up at the corners in a tell-tale smirk which told me he knew that my parents had followed the same naming convention as his for my middle name.

It appeared the Barlowe brothers did their fair share of gossiping.

Interesting. I wondered what else they gossiped about.

Me?

Did Cedric mention to his brother that we slept together and I was now actively avoiding him?

Did he care enough to mention it?

“Your parents sure do get around,” I laughed.

"Hopefully not anymore." Cillian pulled a disgusted face. "Now, what are you doing standing in here? You’re missing out on the real action outside.”

“I was just reading this guide,” I told him, holding it up for Cillian to see.

“Why are you readingGolf For Dummiesupside down?" Cillian snickered. "I can't imagine that to be very interesting. Or easy to read.”

My face warmed, and I was quick to pin the leaflet back on the notice board before I embarrassed myself more than I already had.

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