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He was so lucky. So lucky to have an angel on his side so he could be here with Reilly. He’d missed her. After he scared her at the house he promised himself he wouldn’t try to get close again. But he had to at least see her. Then the tall one almost caught him on the golf range and he was afraid he was going to have to give her up for good. But the angel spoke to him and gave him the strength and determination to keep going.
He was sorry for scaring her. If the tall one hadn’t chased him, she might have understood that he only wanted to watch.
The tall one had to go.
* * *
“I can’t believePop isn’t going to be here.”
They were lying together face to face in bed and Luke reached out to brush the bangs away from her eyes.
“He said it was too hard for Grams to make the trip and he didn’t want to experience it without her. Personally, I think he’s too scared for you. It might be easier for both of them to watch it on TV.”
“I know,” she said, trying not to be sad.
“You’re going to be fine. I know it down to my toes,” Luke assured her. “What kind of weather do you want?”
“Rain,” she said instantly. “To soften the greens.”
“Then I’ll wish for rain and you’ll get it.”
“The scary thing is I almost believe you. What am I doing?”
“Playing in a tournament.”
“It’s going to be awful. I hacked the ball around for two days. Yesterday was only moderately better.”
“You were finding your way and you were getting better each day. Besides, it doesn’t count until tomorrow.”
Reilly was lying on her side looking into Luke’s eyes and doing everything she could to believe what he was telling her. They were both naked, the shirt rule having been discarded days ago in favor of skin on skin action. She was cuddled up against him with his erection still semi-hard after their lovemaking and tucked between her thighs.
“What if I miss the tee shot?”
Luke chuckled and she felt the rumble of his body in the short space between them.
“Have you ever in your life missed a tee shot in competition?”
Reilly scoured her memory but couldn’t remember ever having done something so inept. Hitting the ball was as automatic as breathing. Sometimes it didn’t go where she wanted it to, but she’d never missed it. Still, there was a first time for everything.
“What if I flub it and it doesn’t even make it past the ladies’ tee? You know, there is an unwritten man rule about dropping pants and walking the fairway with your dick out.”
“It’s not unwritten. I’m pretty sure a dick-out is in the official golf handbook, but it’s not something I think you need to be worried about. The American is televised.”
“Stop smiling.”
“Can’t help it. Now all I can imagine is you playing golf naked. It’s turning me on.”
Reilly rubbed her thighs together gently rolling his hardening flesh between them. “I see that. For a man your age you really can turn it on when you want to.”
“It’s all you, baby. You turn me on. You always have. And I’m a stud. A smart woman wouldn’t turn all this down.”
Reilly smiled. His subtle hints over the last few days about where they were headed were getting less subtle by the minute.
“You are a stud. What if we do decide to do this? What will all those women who thought they were going to be the future Ex-Mrs. Luke Nolan do?”
“Expire from heartbreak. There’s nothing else they can do.” Luke laid his hand on top of hers pressing her closer to his skin. “You’re getting closer to seeing the light. I can tell. This is progress.”
