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CHAPTER19
LUCAS
“How can I help you, Mr. Pearson?”
The sound of Lennon’s sweet voice infused with a little bit of giggle makes my chest tight.
“Just making sure you’re on your way.” The minute the words are out of my mouth, I realize how desperate they make me sound, maybe a little needy.
“Of course. I’m pulling up right now.”
Sure enough, Lennon’s little black and red MINI Cooper rolls up the drive, stopping right in front of where I stand at the front of the club.
The valet opens her door, and she passes off her keys then rounds the hood of her car.
That’s when I burst into laughter.
“What?” she asks, but she’s working really hard to hide her smile and failing miserably.
“What do you meanwhat? That outfit is…” I shake my head. “It’s perfect.”
She does a little bow and then prances past me in her obnoxiously plaid getup that could have only come from some online shop.
I look at the valet. “Can you make sure her clubs get brought inside?”
He nods before dropping into the front seat, and I turn to follow Lennon, who has stopped to take a look at herself in the mirror just inside the entryway.
“Tell me you already had that in your wardrobe. Please,” I beg, allowing myself a second perusal of her outfit.
White button-up shirt with short sleeves and a scoop neck, light green sweater vest, green and black tartan skirt, and matching knee-high socks with white tennis shoes.
“No self-respecting sorority girl would have a costume closet sans SexyCaddyshackoutfit, though when I wore this baby back then I’d do a pair of white heels, which added that extra little pop.”
I start to laugh again but then pause. “Wait, you have a closet of costumes?”
She rolls her eyes and heads through the lobby as I follow behind, my laughter unable to be stopped. Now that I think back on it, maybe this whole role play thing isn’t so off the wall. Lennon has always been really into playing dress-up.
Part of me just wishes I could have seen some of these costumes instead of wondering about them.
I wave at the caddy I reserved earlier today when I got here, and she heads in our direction.
“We’re going to have a drink before we tee up. Can you connect with the valet about Lennon’s clubs?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Pearson,” she says, then heads off to handle that.
Lennon wiggles her eyes at me. “Mr. Pearson.”
I scoff. “Don’t tease me. You know you’re the only one who says that in the way I like.”
Pleased at the blush that covers her cheeks, I lead the way to the dining room so we can grab a drink before we head out. It may only be ten in the morning, but I’d wager that whiskey is never a bad choice.
“This is going to be fun,” I tell her once we’ve been seated and our drinks brought to the table. “I’ve never seen you golf before.”
“Yes you have.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“Remember that time in seventh grade when you convinced Manon to let us spend an afternoon at that Adventure World place or whatever it was called?”
