“You said I couldn’t come to your tournament, but you said nothing about watching you practice.” His grin is wolfish, and my stomach does a little flip. “Yeah, well, it extends to practices.” “In that case, your coach called practice fifteen minutes ago, so technically, I’m just a guy hanging at the driving range watching some badass girl hit the fuck out of a golf ball. You gave me goosebumps a couple times.” “How long have you been here?” I know my face must be bright red because it’s on fire. He chuckles. “Long enough to be impressed.” “Why?” “You’re amazing.”
