Page 90 of Putting Out
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“Forget it. Even if I could get on the course I wouldn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I’ll find another way. In the meantime…” Reilly eyed Luke’s bag of clubs. She walked up to Tom, who she knew from when she would watch Luke play, and smiled.
“Tom, I’ll take the driver and a ball if you don’t mind.”
Tom didn’t flinch but handed her the driver, a ball, and a tee.
“What are you planning on doing with that?”
Reilly grinned mischievously as she tossed the ball in her right hand while her left hand twirled his club.
“I’m planning on walking three hundred yards away and then hitting this ball through Birdie Smithfield’s window.”
“Good plan,” Luke agreed.
