Page 36 of Summer Ever After
“That she’s worried about you.”
“Tell her to join the club.”
“Is that why you’re in Sunset Harbor? Because you got your heart broken?”
“I couldn’t care less about Lydia. Golf is the only thing I’ve ever cared about.”
It’s been that way ever since I’ve known Walker. Everyone and everything are second to the sport—a very good reasonnotto let my feelings get tangled up in him. I want to be more than someone’s second love.
“Golf is really why I’m here in Sunset Harbor,” he offers. “I need to clear my head, get back to my prime, and then I’ll be gone again, back on the pro tour.”
And another reason to guard my heart. Walker will leave this island as fast as he came.
“Sounds like you have it all figured out.” I turn away from him, taking the gauze and tape back to the cupboard.
“I hope so.” Behind me, the kitchen stool scrapes the wood floor as Walker tucks it back under the island counter.
“I can take you home now.”
By the time I spin around, Walker is standing in front of me. “Thanks for taking care of my wounds and bandaging me up.” His gaze is tinted with his signature flirtiness. “I’ve never had a nurse as cute as you.”
Oh, crap.
Another romance trope bites the dust.
Bandaging someone’s wound is as romantic as I’d hoped—unfortunately.
Walker
The moonlight does all sorts of good things for Jane. Not that she needs perfect lighting to look pretty. She’s one of those girls who’s naturally beautiful with her long brown hair, wide dark eyes, petite figure, and lit-up smile. I’ve always thought she was beautiful, but her standoffishness toward me in high school and her friendship with Capri made it difficult to ever get anything going with her.
“So, was it your loneliness that drove you to go out with Beau Palmer again when you two are clearly just friends?”
She gives me a sideways glance. “You know, people actively try to find the one person they’re meant to spend the rest of their life with. It’s called dating.”
“Oh, is that how it goes?”
Her gaze flips to the road as her lips press into a closed-mouth smile.
I casually rest my arm on the back of the seat, letting my fingers dangle. We’re sitting so close in the cart. I could brush her bare arm with the tips of my fingers if I wanted to.
“So you’re actively trying to find the one person you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with?”
“Isn’t everyone?” She shoots me a quick glance. “I mean, everyonebutyou.”
Jane is right. I’ve never been the type to need or fantasize about a lasting, committed relationship or marriage. Up until now, golf has always fulfilled me.
“It all makes sense now.” I look at the passing houses out my side of the cart.
“What does?”
“Grandma Deedee saying that you’re on the prowl.”
“She said that?”
“Yeah, she even told me that I should go after you while I’m in town.”
Her entire body tenses, down to her grip on the steering wheel. “No.”
