Page 91 of Be Your Anything
I roll my eyes. “Come on. That’s not real golfing.”
She scoffs. “Uh, yeah it is.”
“Sure, okay. Can’t wait to see how well you do today.”
We laugh, and then a quiet calm settles between us.
“It’s fun seeing you all relaxed and happy like this,” I say, shocking myself with the honesty as it comes pouring out.
“You mean when we aren’t trying to screw each other?”
I cough, choking slightly on the whiskey that went down the wrong pipe. I bang on my chest a few times, and Lennon eats it up, clearly pleased with my reaction.
“Look, Lucas…I just wanted to say I’m sorry if I made things awkward for you when Remmy was in town. I wanted to mention it before, but it didn’t seem like the right time and…well, recently I’ve been trying to be more honest with the people in my life.” She swirls her straw in her drink, her eyes clouding slightly. “I think I just wasn’t prepared for what it would look like or feel like to have her here…with you, and…I was a little bit of a drama queen. So, I’m sorry.”
My brow furrows. “You didn’t do anything wrong. The situation last week was…” I rub my stubble, trying to find the right word. “…complicated, to say the least. I mean, Remmy told me she wanted an open relationship, and that’s what I thought we had.” I shrug. “I just think neither of us thought through the full effect that would have on our other relationships, ourfriendships.”
“Well, hopefully between now and the next time she’s in town, I’ll get better at managing my facial expressions,” she says, giving me a smile then taking a sip of her mimosa.
This is the moment. Right now. This is the time when I should tell her Remmy is moving back here on Monday, in two days, and things between us will need to end. But my throat closes up and I can’t force the words off my tongue.
Because just the idea of ending things with Lennon—of knowing I’ll never have her in my bed again, won’t ever see her do that stupid laugh she does when I tickle her sides, will never get to gaze into those beautiful hazel eyes—it stirs something wicked inside of me.
Makes me wonder if I’m making the right choice.
If I’m screwing everything up.
“You okay?” she asks.
All I do is nod and clear my throat.
“What made you think about coming here to golf?” I ask, shifting the conversation away from Remmy and back to safer topics.
“Oh, I take a cycling class here.”
“You take a cycling class?”
She motions for the bartender to get her another mimosa.
“Yeah. Tuesdays and Thursdays, Paige and I take a class in the mornings, and then on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays we do yoga on her patio with an instructor.”
“Is that new?” I ask, feeling somewhat surprised that I wasn’t aware of something they do so regularly.
“No, that was our schedule in high school, too. I just jumped back into it with her when I moved back.”
“Wait, wait, wait—Paige has been exercising five days a week sincehigh school?” I say, my voice incredulous. “I thought that girl wouldn’t set foot in a gym with the way she complained about having to do physical education back in school.”
Lennon giggles. “Yeah, she considered asking to be excused from PE, even tried to bribe her mother’s personal trainer into writing a note saying a high school course would conflict with his program for her, but…” She shrugs, nodding her thanks as the bartender replaces her glass. “She didn’t like the idea of missing out on something.”
I cross my arms and watch her as she takes a sip of her new drink. “If I remember correctly, it wasyouwho never wanted to miss anything in school,” I say, giving her a teasing grin. “Weren’t you a big fan of the gossip back then?”
She smirks and gives me a wink. “Some things never change. Why do you think I’m always drinking tea?”
It isn’t much longer before we finish our drinks and head out to where the caddy is waiting with the golf cart to take us to the tee box.
“I forgot they drive you around in these things,” she says. “I wish I could drive it myself.”
“You kidding? You drive a golf cart every day.”
