Page 90 of Play the Last Track
“Me too.” I nod, glancing over at them as Scott swings, and the sound of the club coming in contact with the ball, sending it sailing through the air, echoes. I put my fingers to my lips and whistle loudly. “Nice shot, Harvey.”
“Hey!” Flynn turns immediately, holding his arms out. He’s got a cap over his blond hair, his polo shirt is tucked in, and his shorts are almost too tight against his thick thighs. My eyes run down his body, and I tip my head forward, obviously checking him out. “What about me? I’m a great shot, too.”
“You’re doing great, baby,” I call out with a smile. He tugs his sunglasses down his nose so I can see his eyes and winks.
“So.” I turn back to Ivy. “Are you wearing the black or the green dress tonight? Did you decide? And, should I bring a bottle ofchampagne in the car? I wonder how long it will take to get to the hotel?”
“Ah,” Ivy says, hesitating as she glances around me and at the boys. Flynn is now lining up his shot. “I don’t think I’ll drink tonight.”
“What, why?”
“I-I, uh.” She sighs and places her cup in the small holder between us. “I don’t think I can.”
I shake my head, confused. “We have been talking about this night for ages. It’s ring night. We said we were going to drink lots of free champagne and dance the night away.”
“I know, and I’ll still dance the night away with you, but I just won’t have a drink.”
“Why the hell—” I sit up suddenly. I rip off my sunglasses and scan Ivy head to toe. Her cheeks go a deep shade of red, and she sinks into her seat. “Oh my god.Oh my god.”
“Shh.” Ivy waves her hand. “I haven’t told Scott.”
“What? Why the hell not?”
“Because, he would make a big deal and then not want to go tonight.” She shakes her head. “Besides, I only took the test this morning. I’m late, but it could be anything. I want to get tests done. And the dress. I want to wear the dress before I get too big for it.”
“Ivy… this is, like, huge news.” She nods but I notice the tears springing to her eyes. I reach over and grab her hand. “Are you—are you not happy about this? Do you not want kids?”
“No,” she whispers, her free hand resting gently on her stomach. “I do. With him. It’s just … scary.”
“I bet.” I glance over at the boys just in time to see Flynn take his swing. He whoops when it goes straight and does a happy dance.I smirk. He’s such a fucking dork sometimes. I look back at Ivy to see her watching Scott, her hand still on her stomach. I squeeze her hand. “He’s huge. That baby is half him. Oh my god, you’re going to get ripped apart.”
“Stop it.” She laughs, sniffling the tiniest bit, but no tears.
“Well, if it’s for real, and you are, then I’m so happy for you.” I squeeze her hand again before letting go, settling back into my seat as the boys make their way back over to us. “I’m going to spoil the shit out of your kids. It’s going to be so fun.”
Ivy just smiles, shaking her head a little before her eyes flicker over my shoulder. Seconds later, I feel a hand dive into my hair and tug. My head falls backward, and a smile forms when I see Flynn’s face hovering closely over mine. He smirks and leans down further, lips pressing to mine.
“Did you see my shot?” he asks between kisses.
“Yes.” I reach up, my hand finding his newly healed shoulder and tracing the fabric of his polo up toward his neck. I pat him gently. “Don’t beat yourself up too much about it, you’re still improving.”
He growls, tightening his grip and tugging at my hair again. “Rockstar. You’re being a brat. You’re supposed to hype me up if you come to golf.”
“I never said that.”
“You said you’d watch me play.”
“And I did.” I smile, watching his eyes flash with playfulness and cheek. “My feedback is that you have time to improve.”
“You’re lucky I love you.” He gives me one last kiss before retreating. He leans his arms on the top of the cart. I look over to find Scott in a similar position, except he has one hand on Ivy’s neck, histhumb gently stoking down her throat as she lifts her strawberry soda for him to try.
“How much longer is left? We need to head home and get ready for tonight,” I ask, eyeing Ivy suspiciously again. The deep flush she had only moments ago has suddenly drained from her face. She takes a couple of deep breaths, and I nudge her knee a little.
“Only one more hole.” Flynn wraps my ponytail around his fingers, toying with my hair. “You’ll have plenty of time.”
“Okay, well, let’s hurry up. Perfection takes time.” I reach up and tug my hair from Flynn’s grip. He lets go but dips down again, pressing a kiss to the corner of my lips.
“Scott and I were just talking—”
