Page 28 of Fore-Ever Yours

Nice detective skills, Sherlock.

Beth

Just for that, I’m adding an extra video to the roster.

Me

Now you’re just doing this out of spite.

I set my phone down on the passenger seat, a smile lingering on my face. The playful banter with Beth is always a highlight of my day. But it’s also these small private moments that make me question what’s real and what’s part of the contract.

I turn on the radio in an attempt to shut off my brain, but it doesn’t really work. My mind is still reeling thinking about Beth, what Owen said, my career, our potential future together.

When I get back to the hotel, my phone lights up again.

Beth

PPS. You better remember my caramel latte or there will be consequences!

I chuckle, feeling a twinge of affection for her fiery spirit.

Me

Consider your caramel latte remembered. Wouldn’t dream of facing those consequences.

Beth

Wise choice, Mr. Pro Golfer.

Me

Goodnight, Beth.

Beth

Goodnight.

Chapter 11

Beth

Ihavemytripodset up with my phone camera open and am waiting for Matthew to get here. After Travis’s suggestion last week, I pulled together some sample couple photos and funny trend ideas to break up the serious content.

He griped about it when I texted him yesterday, but secretly, I think he’ll have fun.

I’ve practically avoided him for the last two days, trying to remind myself that Matthew Wilkes is a client. A client who happens to look incredibly kissable under the Florida sun and has the ability to make my heart dance with the slightest gaze. Nonetheless, a client.

But it’s not working. Those pesky feeling creatures are taking over and consuming every fiber in me. I’m the one who made up the rules; I can’t just start breaking them! I have to pull myself together, especially today. I’ll get lost in the creative process of pictures and videos, and I’ll be fine…right?

There’s a knock on my hotel room door, and I take a deep breath before answering it.

Matthew stands on the other side, a boyish grin plastered on his face and a navy blue polo hugging his broad shoulders. He’s holding a cup holder with two coffees and a brown paper bag.

“Caramel latte, as requested.”

“Smart man.” I take it from his hands and let him walk in. “Ready for a full day of content-making?” I ask cheerfully.

He groans as he drags his feet.

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