“That was excellent.” I chuckle, leaning against my club. “Liar.” “For your second-ever attempt, it was pretty damn good.” He climbs back into the golf cart, taking the passenger seat. “Come on, why don’t you try driving the cart, too.” I get in the driver’s seat, unable to stop my grin. “Really?” He pulls his cap further down and leans back, stretching his long legs as much as there’s room. “Nothing like being chauffeured.” I laugh and press down on the accelerator pedal. Golf, it turns out, might not be such a boring sport after all, and in this beautiful location? I might even find myself
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