With that, he hooks the bag over one shoulder and then scoops me up, carrying both me and the clubs across the range. “Oh my gosh, put me down. People are staring,” I whisper-hiss. “No can do, hot stuff.” He tips his head toward Harper and a few of my other teammates who lingered after practice. They watch with surprise and amusement. He raises his voice to speak to them. “Everything is fine. Don’t worry. She just got a little weak in the knees at the sight of me. Isn’t that sweet?”
