Page 36 of Sweet Spot
“Neither.”
His gaze meets mine, and he lifts a brow in question.
“I did that clinic at Valley University for Mark James. He’s the coach there now. Anyway, I met Keira there.” I motion to the screen. “She’s on the girls’ team.”
I press play again. “She’s a little unfocused and impulsive, but she has a lot of promise.”
“She’s hot.” Kenton continues to stare at the screen as he quickly drains the rest of his beer and places the empty on the coffee table.
I turn my laptop so he’s no longer able to see her. “Anyway, I should get back to it.”
“I can see it’s a real hardship.” He snorts. “Enjoy the view. I have to get to bed. I have an early workout in the morning. Lunch tomorrow?”
“Yeah, sounds good.”
When he’s gone, I play her video again feeling more protective than is rational. Keira’s young and beautiful, any dude with a pulse could attest to that, but Kenton voicing something I can’t bothers me more than I’d like to admit. I can’t exactly be jealous of every guy that looks at her and sees the obvious, though that feels exactly like what just happened.
I carry my stuff into the spare room, change into fresh T-shirt and sweatpants, and grab another beer before I call her. Pacing the room, I stare out into the L.A. night while I wait for her to answer.
“Hello?” Her voice is groggy like I woke her up.
I check the time. “Sorry if I woke you. I assumed you’d still be up.”
“It’s fine. I must have fallen asleep reading my chemistry notes.”
I snort. “Can’t blame you there. We can talk tomorrow.”
“It’s okay. I’m awake now.”
I should insist she go back to sleep, but our training has become something I look forward to every night. “All right. Grab your seven iron. I want to talk you through what I’m seeing.”
“Hold on.”
The website allows for video chat, though I’ve never used it with clients before her. Typically, the feedback I send is in email format. If I need to get more detailed, I record a video of my screen as I watch their swing in slow motion and talk through any issues I see.
We’ve used all those features, too, but with Keira, the live sessions together have proven to be invaluable.
“All right, I’m set.”
I hang up the phone and start the video call on the website. She answers almost immediately, and her face appears. With no greeting, she steps away, checking back once to make sure she’s in full view of the camera.
Her dark hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail and falls over one bare shoulder. She’s wearing some sort of tank top with straps so small I can barely see the pink material against her skin. The tiny shorts she’s wearing aren’t any better.
I’m frustrated by my inability to ignore how gorgeous she is. Fucking Kenton. It isn’t really his fault, he didn’t tell me anything new, but now it’s fresh on my mind.
“Lincoln?”
“Yeah, sorry.” I slide my gaze away from her legs and hope she didn’t catch me gawking like a perv. “Let me see what you worked on today.”
She’s set up in her dorm room, standing in the space between two beds. She has just enough space to swing. It isn’t really ideal, but I can’t very well ask her to head to the gym at this hour. Though, the thought did occur to me.
“So, what do you think?” she asks after she’s done three swings.
“It’s hard to tell. Your swing changes with a ball in front of you. Right now, it looks good, though. I can tell you’ve been working the drills. How’s the weight training?”
She groans. “Awful. My legs are so sore I could barely walk up the stairs today. And who knew goingdownstairs would be worse?”
My eyes sweep over her legs again and up. “You’re going to need to be stronger. It’ll help with consistency, and it’ll also allow you to trust yourself more when it comes to those big, key moments where you have to let go and just believe you’ve worked hard enough to pull off whatever the gods of golf throw at you.”
