Page 60 of Sweet Spot
Professor Teague comes over to our table and gives us brief instructions before he starts his class. Keith and I fall into the work silently. I’m not sure how long we’ve been working before my phone starts vibrating in my pocket. As discretely as I can, I take it out and glance at the screen and then answer.
“Hey,” I whisper. The only person who notices is Keith, and his brows pull down in disapproval.
Lincoln’s serious expression slowly drags into a big grin. “What are you doing?”
Lifting the goggles off my eyes, I answer. “I’m in lab.”
“Why the hell did you answer?”
Because it’s him. Because I haven’t talked to him all day and it’s becoming my favorite part of the day. “What do you need?”
Behind him, it’s dark, the sun setting on the golf course at his grandmother’s house. “Are you trying to escape another blind date?”
He chuckles. “Nope. Just me and Gram tonight. Those goggles are charming as hell. You have adorable raccoon eyes.”
I rub at my eyes in a weak attempt to make the marks go away. “Maybe you’ve already turned down every eligible bachelorette she knows.”
He laughs. “I doubt it. Anyway, I called because I’m teaching a golf clinic tomorrow and I have to go to the Suns game tomorrow night, but I’m free between and was thinking of playing a round.”
“Your life is bizarre.”
A grin tugs up one side of his mouth. “But awesome, right? Come with me.”
“What?” Did I just hear him right? Because it sounded like he invited me up to see him.
“The course here is tougher than the one you play at Valley. I think it’ll be a good challenge for you.”
I mull it over, though it really isn’t a matter of if I want to go but rather if I can work it into my schedule. “What time?”
“Miss Brooks,” Professor Teague addresses me from the front of the class.
“I gotta go,” I say quickly and hang up on Lincoln’s amused face before shooting my professor a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”
Keith shakes his head, and I shrug. As I go to put my phone in my backpack, I get a text.
Lincoln: Sexy scientist, I dig it. ;)
After lab, I head back to the dorm. Abby sits on her bed facing Cassidy and Erica, who are on mine.
“Hey, what are you guys doing here?” I ask as I drop my backpack to the floor.
“Well, since you won’t come to us, we decided to come to you.” Cassidy smiles with her elbows resting on her knees and her chin perched on her palm.
“I just saw you guys at practice a few hours ago.”
“Not the same and you know it,” Erica says. “Get ready and let’s go out. Wherever you want.”
“Where’s Smith?” I drop onto Abby’s bed next to her.
“He’s at the library. Thought I might try sleeping in my own bed for a change.” She elbows me gently.
“Novel concept.”
“We miss you,” Cass says. “You haven’t been out with us in weeks.”
“I miss you guys too, but I’m exhausted. I don’t feel like going anywhere tonight. Maybe this weekend?”
My phone pings, and Abby narrows her gaze. “Or maybe you’d rather spend the night talking to Lincoln. I mean, look what he did to this room?” She gestures to all my golf stuff.
