Page 37 of Sweet Spot
“The golf gods.” She smiles, tosses the ball in the air with her club, and begins to bounce it. She does it often between drills as we’re chatting. The move seems to calm her. She barely looks at it, feeling the ball with the clubface and trusting the movement. It’s sexy as hell.
“How’d you learn to do that?”
She stops as if she just realized what she was doing, and the ball drops to the floor. “Saw Tiger do it when I was a kid, and I practiced. A lot.”
“Tiger, huh? He was your favorite?”
“Of the men.” She abandons the club and sits on the bed, bringing the laptop closer to her face. She has a hint of sun on her cheeks, but the rest of her skin is smooth and flawless.
Keira on a bed, in a bed, or near a bed are all combinations that stir things I haven’t felt in a long time.
“Who’s your favorite?”
I consider just going with a canned answer. I looked up to Tiger a lot, but it was never him I was trying to emulate. “My grandfather.”
“Did he play professionally?”
I shake my head. “No, but he played in college and taught me everything I know about the game. Coached a lot of other people too. He was a golf pro in Scottsdale.”
“Is he willing to come out of retirement to take on a new client? I bet he would be nicer. Old people love me. I’m spunky.” She yawns.
A chuckle escapes. “Sorry, you’re stuck with me. He passed two years ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Her mouth falls into a frown, and her eyes lift from mine. “Where are you? Is that a different room in your place?”
I look behind me to the picture hanging on the wall over the bed. It’s a black-and-white nude of Kenton’s naked back and the top of his ass, holding a soccer ball at his hip. It’s an artistic shot and probably (hopefully) not meant to be sexy, but it’s still my damn brother’s ass above the bed I’m supposed to sleep in.
I turn back to face her. “I’m in Los Angeles staying with my brother for a couple of days. He plays soccer for the Stars, and apparently, he likes to welcome his guests with uncomfortable artwork.”
“Any other siblings?”
“No. You?”
“No, I’m an only child.” She yawns again, and I check the time.
“You should get some sleep. Your body needs recovery time. Drink lots of water too.”
She rolls her eyes, but her voice is soft. “Yes, Coach.”
“’Night, Keira.”
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Keira
“You came!”Erica jumps up from her spot next to Chapman on the couch and rushes to hug me.
I laugh and try to speak, but she has a vise grip around my neck and shakes us from side to side. When she releases me, she links our hands and jumps with excitement. “You have been hiding away for weeks.”
Cassidy joins us in the entryway and hands me a drink before nodding her agreement. “Seriously. The only time I see you anymore is at practice.”
“I can’t drink this,” I say after smelling the contents of the cup.
“Just one!” Erica says. She and Cassidy share matching pouty expressions.
“Nice try. I’m not drinking tonight.” I hand the cup back to Cassidy.
“Well, fine, as long as you’ll still dance with me. The White House is having a party, and I need to dance it out.” Cass closes her eyes and sways her hips from side to side.
