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In the interest of being honest with herself, no one revved her fangirl engine like Wells Whitaker, her perpetually aggravated escort, but he didn’t need to know that. Now that she was his caddie, any fanlike behavior would be unprofessional. After five years of devotion, however, she couldn’t quash Whitaker fever completely, so she’d painted a tiny tribute on her toenails, just to keep the spirit alive.
setting the flute down on a nearby table. “But I’ll pass tonight. There’s a dance floor and no one wants me to end up there.” “Oh,” he said, coughing. “I disagree.” “No, really. It’s a whole situation.” “As your employer, I should know up front what we’re dealing with.”
“I am very sorry to inform you that everyone has feelings.” “I’m going to deeply regret hiring you.”
A week ago, she’d been standing in knee-deep sludge, stuffing ruined inventory into black garbage bags, praying an alligator wasn’t lurking in the water—because Florida—and now? Wearing her best dress at a lavish party full of golf studs. Life never stopped throwing curveballs.
“When will I ever get another chance to be whispered about at a party that’s serving caviar on tiny pieces of toast? This is once-in-a-lifetime stuff.”
“And what are your thoughts on the course tomorrow?” Josephine thought back to the research she’d done over the last week. The kidney bean–shaped sand trap on eleven, the water surrounding seventeen. “I think the two forced carries on the back nine are going to make a bunch of grown men cry.”
“Have you tested that theory just to be sure?” “I love you. Come to Antarctica. We have porpoises.” “I would, but I have to wash my hair?”
“I shouldn’t have hung up the phone.” “We’ll pile it onto your mountain of transgressions.” She sensed him wincing. “A whole mountain, huh?” “By the end of the week, we should have a full range. We’ll call it the Dumbass Alps.”
“I’m only humoring you because I feel like a Batman villain after last night.” “Well,” she said, without missing a beat. “You are the Bane of my existence.”
Among all the mental chaos, one thought occurred to him over and over again. If this incredible human being was willing to share something so important with him, he had to be worth a damn, right? He had to be worth salvaging.
This man kept surprising her. She had to be on her toes around him, yet she also had this very distinct intuition that it would always be okay to let her guard down. How unique.
“If you think I’m irritated now, watch me perform the activity that should be an option only if someone is chasing you with a hunting knife. Do you know your lungs release a little bit of blood when you run? They know it isn’t right.”
“You make me feel capable and healthy. But still like there’s someone who has my back. That’s not an easy balance and you somehow . . . know how to navigate it. Without me having to guide you. It’s hard and you just . . . do it.”
