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It really sucks what you said to me last night. It was a total dick move, but it also wasn’t you. Can you please answer my calls? I want to talk to you.

Three days later…

Jameson

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Four days later…

Jameson

Really? You’re going to fucking avoid me at tournaments now too?

Jameson

You’re a dick.

Jameson

If you’d stop running the other direction when I am around, I would tell you that I’m pissed at you, but it doesn’t mean we’re not friends.

Five days later…

Jameson

Are you okay? Please call me. Or talk to me at the tournament this weekend.

Three weeks later…

Unknown Number

What is wrong with you? You need to pull your head out and come back to Wild Bluffs. Fight for the girl who makes you happy. This is me firmly putting the weight of your problems back on you. Don’t be the guy who runs away when things get hard. It’s cliche, it’s stupid, and it’s beneath you. Deal with your goddamn problems and then come back for her. And just to be clear, I’m saying this because you were supposed to be my friend, not because I’m getting involved in the life of my employee.

Chapter thirty-nine

Lila

“So what’s it liketo have a professional golfer for a brother?” my date asks, leaning back in his chair and picking at his teeth with the toothpick he pulled out of his wallet. We just finished our pizza, and this is the first question he’s asked me about myself since we got here. Though, to be fair, I was happy to zone out while he went on and on about his new pickup truck, including but not limited to how much it cost, what upgrades he bought it with versus what he installed himself, and how often he cleans it. I tried to steer the conversation away a couple of times, but he was not having it. Apparently, it’s the world’s cleanest vehicle, and Ineedto know all about it.

I’m not sure why I said yes when Caleb asked me out last week. I was out at Wild Brews with the Harper sisters and Becca, and he’d come over out of the blue and asked me out. I noticed the subtle headshakes from Izzy and Bryn, but I couldn’t think of a good reason to say no. JT has made it really clear last month he doesn’t want anything to do with me, so what am I to do? Sit around and wait for someone who bailed? I think not. Though, to be fair, it was a huge mistake on my part to bring up his family issues. If I had just handled that conversation better—or not at all—maybe I’d be sitting with JT on our couch right now, cuddled up and reading spicy lines from a book.

“It’s a lot like having a brother who isn’t a professional golfer, I guess.” I shrug. “I watch him golf a lot more than most sisters probably watch their adult brothers play sports, but other than that, we have a fairly typical sibling relationship.”

“So you don’t think he’ll be stopping by here anytime soon?” Caleb asks, sending what has to be his seventy-fifth text of the night.

“On our date?”

“Yeah.”

“No, I don’t think my brother will be stopping by my date to casually say hello.”

“That’s too bad.” Clearly, Caleb isn’t a sarcastic person, because he is most certainly not picking up mine.

I fake a yawn, and the waitress brings the bill by, a pitying smile on her face as she looks between me and my date. “Ready to go already?” she asks.

“Yeah. Tonight’s kinda a bit of a bust anyway,” Caleb says. And while I wasn’t planning on ever going out with him again, it hurts to hear him put it like that. Though I suppose he’s just upset that my famous brother didn’t come by to say hi.

Caleb looks at the total and throws a twenty and some odd cash on the table before casually sliding the bill toward me. “You don’t mind splitting, do you? Your brother is a professional golfer, after all. I’ve seen how much money he makes.”

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