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It takesus around forty-five minutes to get to the eighteenth hole. Spending time with Diesel outside the clubhouse has been exactly what I needed. We’ve been able to enjoy ourselves without anyone else around. Only one thing could make this absolutely perfect, but I’m not going to go there.
“Last hole,” Diesel announces. “This is our tie-breaker.”
“Who knew we both suck at mini-golf?” I laugh.
“Eh, it’s still fun.” He smirks. “This hole is a par four. You’re up, Pixie.”
I set the ball down and line up my shot. Pulling the putter back, I swing and hit the ball. It gets about halfway to the hole before stopping.
“Nice shot,” Diesel says.
“Thanks.” I walk by him, casually brushing my arm against his. My arm tingles at the contact.
Diesel doesn’t take much time to line up his shot before hitting the ball. It stops a few inches short of mine.
“You might win after all.” He chuckles. “Let’s see what you got.”
Standing by my ball, I assess my next shot. Where Diesel’s is lined up for a perfect shot. I’ll have to hit mine off the wall just right for it to make it in the hole. I line up my shot, pull the putter back, and swing, making sure I don’t hit it too hard. I watch it as it goes toward the wall. Instead of hitting the wall, it goes up a small hill I didn’t notice before. When it comes back down, it stops on the edge of the hole.
“Well, damn.” I turn toward Diesel.
“Holy shit! It went in.”
I glance over my shoulder and sure enough, it fell in. “That’s incredible.”
Diesel moves to hit his ball. Not hitting it hard enough, it stops a foot away from the hole.
“You did that on purpose,” I say.
He smirks. “Did what on purpose?”
I shake my head with a smile as he takes one lost shot to sink the ball.
“You win,” he tells me. “I guess that means we get a second date.”
“I guess so.” I grin.
“What do you say before this date is over, we go grab something to eat?”
“I’d like that.”
He grabs both balls out of the hole and we head back to the mini clubhouse. Once we return the putters and balls, we head for the car. At the car, Diesel opens the passenger door for me. Before I climb in, I turn to face him. Standing on my tiptoes, I plant a kiss on his lips.
He cocks his eyebrow. “What was that for?
“To thank you for this amazing date.”
“Anything to put that gorgeous smile on your face,” he says.
My face heats up. He kisses my forehead then helps me into the car before shutting the door and walking to the driver’s side.
“Where do you wanna go for dinner?”
“Pizza,” I ask.
