“I appreciate you wanting me to be satisfied with the strategy, but caddies don’t just . . . climb on their golfers.” He arched an eyebrow at her. “You know what I mean.” Wells hissed out a breath. “I’m afraid I need your opinion on a landing spot or I won’t be confident in the shot, belle.” “Seriously?” He hitched his chin toward his back. “Someone once said my ass could be used as a roller coaster seat. Test out the theory.”
