Page 13 of Unexpected Shot
“You haven’t, but you’re going to,” Ethan says.
Beau and I share a look, and for one of the few times in our lives, it’s not out of hatred for each other. No, both of us are realizing at the same time that we have to say yes. That we might not like this, but it’s exactly what both of us need.
“What would we need to do?” Beau asks with a heavy sigh.
“Nothing out of the normal,” Ethan says, clapping his hands together like he’s just negotiated the peace plan of the century. “Arrive at the beginning of the week for practice rounds. Be prepared to do a good amount of media before the tournament because of the angle we’re pitching. Have those canned answers about growing up and playing together ready to go. After that? Go out and play golf. Oh, and don’t kill each other.”
Easier said than done.
CHAPTER 4
BEAU
Me
Come over. We need to figure this out.
SheDevil
No.
Ipinch the bridge of my nose and let out the sigh to end all sighs. It’s been five hours since we left Ethan’s office. The sun has gone down, the air is cold, but that’s nothing compared to the chill I feel just reading the two-letter response Shelby sent back.
She hates this. I mean, I do too, but shereallyhates this.
That’s it? Just no?
That’s it. There’s nothing to figure out.
I beg to differ.
What’s there to figure out? Unless you’ve forgotten how to play golf. Too busy filming yourself trying to make an impossible chip off the rooftop at Tootsies to practice theactual game?
I can’t help the smile that comes over my face. Shelby watches my videos. Even when I’m not trying, I’m living in her head rent-free.
Serves her right. She lives in mine more than I’ll ever admit to anyone.
Aww, did you watch the last episode? It was a great shot wasn’t it? Crowd went nuts.
Fuck you.
You wish.
Literally not even with my worst enemy’s vagina.
Do you have another worst enemy? Because I thought I held the number one spot. And, in case you didn’t know, I don’t have a vagina. I do have a…
What the hell do you want, Beau?
I laugh as she cuts me off via text. Sometimes she makes it too easy to fuck with her.
Back to my original point. We need to meet up. Talk this out.
You know this isn’t going to be as easy as showing up in Vegas and putting on a smile for the cameras and working perfectly together. We need to come up with a plan.
And maybe, just throwing this out there, maybe play a few rounds together before we go to Vegas.
How can I say this in words you’ll understand?
