Page 35 of Sweet Spot
“Did you see that header in the last minute?”
“I did.” I hit the bill of his cap. “Should have picked a sport where you don’t have to use your head so barbarically. Or at least one with a helmet.”
He just grins.
We chat mostly about the team and what he’s been up to in L.A. as we grab dinner and drink more beer. Then I fill him in on Gram and her latest setup attempts.
We’re both dog tired so we make it an early night and head back to his house.
I chuckle as he leads me into his new place. It’s the first time I’ve seen it since he moved in six months ago and it’s as extravagant as I expected. “This place is ridiculous, Kent.”
“I know, right? Check out the view.”
I follow him through the entryway and into the living area with floor-to-ceiling windows that showcase the lights of the city at night.
I drop my bag to the floor and fall into the chair where I can appreciate the skyscape.
“I’m gonna shower. I got you all set up in the spare room.” He motions with his head to the right and walks off toward the left. “Glad to have you here, bro.”
I lean back in the chair and blow out a breath. Looking around the place, I smile. It’s over the top sleek and modern, but in a way that is totally fitting for my baby brother. I’m proud as hell that he’s been so successful.
My small apartment back in Scottsdale is a dump by comparison. I rented it after my divorce, not particularly caring about where I lived as long as it met two conditions: it was not with my ex and it was on a golf course.
With my business, I can live anywhere or everywhere. I travel a lot, but Scottsdale is home, and the weather is great year-round for golf.
Tired as fuck, I pull out my laptop and check email. I’m cc’ed on more than fifty emails, but there are only a few that require me to respond. I tackle those and then log into the website to check in with my clients.
Simon and Roy handle the majority of our golf clients, and I have a couple of team members who answer questions and do an occasional review if needed. It’s a big market and we’re growing faster than any other department.
Initially, I kept a few clients simply because we didn’t have enough people to support the demand, but now, I keep a hand in it to remind me what fuels my desire and love for the company.
I have an up-and-coming pro golfer who’ll be a household name soon, a twelve-year-old kid whose parents’ ambitions are set on him being the next Tiger Woods, and a retiree who just wants to be able to show up his buddies on their weekly golf outings. And now, Keira.
I check in with my other clients first, leaving Keira for last. She sent her swing video, a detailed write-up of what they did in practice today, and notes on the morning training session I gave her.
I read over it, watch the video a handful of times. I’m watching her swing one last time in slow motion when Kenton appears. Hair wet, basketball shorts and a faded Nike T-shirt, he looks a lot more like my little brother like this.
“I thought I heard you still out here.” He grabs two beers from the fridge, takes a seat on the couch across from me, and offers me one.
“Thanks,” I say absently, staring at the screen.
“How are things going with Reeves Sports?” He crosses one leg over a knee and holds the neck of a Bud Light with his fingers.
“You should know.” Kenton is a silent partner, so he’s copied on all the executive reports, which he clearly doesn’t read.
“You don’t really want me sitting in on those long conference calls, do you?”
I huff a laugh, and he shakes his head.
“I didn’t think so.” He sits forward and cranes his neck to look at the screen. “Got any fun clients I can see?”
Turning the screen, I press play, and we watch Keira’s swing. She took the footage at the driving range, so the scenery of Arizona and the sun setting over the mountains is the backdrop.
Even after seeing it so many times, I get a little rush and goose bumps dot my arms.
I glance over at Kenton. He doesn’t look all that impressed, but I’m not surprised. It isn’t Keira’s ability alone that excites me; it’s her potential. I wouldn’t expect most people to see it. In fact, my career is as successful as it is because most don’t.
“Not bad. Pro or amateur league?”
