Page 55 of Wildly Inappropriate

“And then some poor schmucks choose to lose even more fluids?” I ask. “Risky.”

“I don’t think they’d classify themselves as poor schmucks.”

“I know I won’t if that’s what is in store for me this afternoon.” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes.

“Anyway,” Lila says, heading back to her teed-up ball. “Tell me what you’re thinking about how we handle my brother.”

She executes a beautiful backswing, her toned legs shifting and muscles flexing as she hits the ball, and the drive is straight down the fairway. It doesn’t have the same length as the women on the ladies’ tour, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on how good she is. How good she looks in golf clothes doesn’t hurt either.

I think about the question of how to handle her brother. My primary thought is that we just don’t tell him, but I’m worried that will offend Lila…and it’s maybe a bit naïve.

“Well, we both agree we are ending this when he comes back and we aren’t roommates anymore, right?”

“Right,” she says, swinging her golf bag on her shoulders as we start walking down the fairway to her ball. It’s a bit awkward to walk next to someone when you’re both wearing golf bags that stick out to either side of you, but we stagger a bit to make it work.

“So, I don’t love the idea of telling him something that might be weird for us all when it won’t even be an issue by the time he’s back.”

“Makes sense.” Lila shifts her hand, placing it on the heads of her clubs to keep them from rattling as we walk.

I continue, voicing my concerns with not telling him. “That said, I'm worried about the gossip in Wild Bluffs getting back to him. He'd be mad we didn’t tell him. I mean, shit, even the staff just casually mentioning we went golfing together while he was away would be a shocking revelation for him.”

Lila chuckles lightly. “True, and I’m beginning to learn there is no such thing as a secret in Wild Bluffs. And, while Jameo might not be as connected to the local gossip, Bryn sure is.”

“Exactly. So”—I blow out a deep breath—“I’m not sure what to do.”

We reach Lila’s ball, and I help her figure out the yardage to the green so she can choose the appropriate club. She hits one of her hybrids, and the ball lands about twenty yards off the front of the green.

She slides the club back into her bag, and we make our way toward my ball. If I were golfing in a tournament or with one of my buddies, I wouldn’t be walking with her to each of her shots, but it feels kinda intimate spending this time with her.

“I’m leaning toward not telling him and trying to keep it a secret, but I also know I’m one hundred percent not going to be able to keep it a secret…and the only people I know in this town are Bryn’s sisters.”

“They seem like people who can keep secrets…don’t they?” I ask, unable to contain the hint of worry in my voice.

“Kelsey most certainly can. Izzy, I have my doubts. I think we have to assume whatever she knows, Becca also knows, for sure. But I do trust her. She could likely be persuaded not to outright tell Bryn or Jameson anything. We would certainly have to keep it from the town at large. No PDA both in town and on the course…” She trails off, looking around. “Well, I mean, at least in the public spaces on the course. I’d think the back nine is still safe.” She winks at me, and I have the urge to tackle her and show her just how unwilling I am to wait another seven holes to publicly display my affection.

“Okay. That seems like a fairly solid plan,” I say instead. “No PDA in town or in the public areas of the golf course, which includes any holes people can see from the clubhouse or restaurant. We do everything we can to keep this from getting to Jameo, ever, in his entire life. The Harper sisters are safe to talk to if and only if they swear a vow of secrecy.” I’m not sure why I’m spending so much time defining these rules, but it does make it all seem safer. “Our house is obviously fair game, though we should probably make sure we are careful in the living room where people could see us. So no sex against the living room windows.”

“As those are mostly still covered with plywood, I think we will be safe. I don’t think people can see in, and I’m definitely not going to risk getting a splinter in my ass.”

Over eight hundred houses in and around Wild Bluffs had hail damage from the storm with over a thousand windows needing fully replaced, so we are still working with a lot of plywood-covered doors and windows out here. The golf course offered us rooms with northern-facing windows in the hotel portion of the club, but we both declined, assuring them we’re fine in the house.

“I forgot about the plywood. That is handy.” I waggle my eyebrows at her. “Lots of living room sexcapades, then.”

“You know when you say things like that it makes me want to punch you in the face, right?”

“Punch me in the face or sit on my face?”

“Punch. Definitely punch. Though I’ll never say no to the other option.”

“Now, then,” I say, and I drop my bag. I stalk toward her like she’s my prey, but she squeaks out a yell and runs away from me. I snag the back of her bag, pulling her small frame to a halt. “You said you’ll never say no. Ride my face, Pipsqueak.”

“JT Johnson, that isback ninebehavior. Get it together, man,” she chides, but I can see the fire that is lighting up her eyes.

Fuck, this is going to be the best month of my life.

Chapter twenty-six

Lila

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