Page 33 of The Brooklyn Way

He was right. I was wearing a pleated turquoise blue mini skirt with yellow and lime green swirls on it, along with a turquoise polo. I wasn’t dressed for golf, per se. I was dressed in the trend, in an outfit that I had sewn for myself. But I could see that the style of my outfit did say ‘golf.’

“Nah, I wore this because I feel cute in it. And since I made it myself, it rides my curves… perfectly.” I ran my hands down the sides of my waist and over my hips. The move might have come off as sexy, if I hadn’t been galloping trying to keep up with him. “Slow down!” I finally commanded. “I’m out here trying to be cute and you have me practically running. Sweat is—”

He stopped walking abruptly which caused me to bump into him. “Yo,” he dragged out the word, “we’re gonna have to put some conditions or some qualifications on this summer fling thing, lil mama. What do you mean you’re out here trying to look cute? For who?”

I giggled heartily but didn’t otherwise respond. “Come on.”

He started walking again. “Okay. You wanna play and joke around.”

I giggled some more. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up to him so that we were finally walking in sync, then he slapped me on the ass. “Whatever, jealous.”

The group was already assembled when Cameron and I joined. I recognized Carrington, Bryce, Nyrah, and the Tiara girl. There were two guys present that I had never seen before.

Tiara shot daggers at Cameron and me.

“I saw the pics on Insta.” She directed her comment at Cameron. “Your caption said something about, ‘the homie’.” She made air quotes with her fingers. “Looks like more than the homie to me.”

I ignored her.

Cameron did too. He draped his arm around my shoulder and turned me to face the two men that I didn’t recognize. “Yo, this is Brooklyn. She’s a friend of Carrington’s.”

Carrington’s smile beamed brightly. “Brooklyn was my college roommate. I convinced her to move to Jackson Island… at least for a short while.”

“Not short enough,” Tiara mumbled.

Cameron continued with the introductions, as if he hadn’t heard Tiara’s smart remark. “Brooklyn, you know Carri, Bryce, and Nyrah. This is Bryce’s brother, Brent. And this is Tiara and her guy, Ethan.”

Ethan stepped forward with a friendly smile and his hand extended. I shook it.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” I responded while Tiara glared at me.

Ethan was a handsome guy with skin the color of ebony, dark brown eyes, a Roman nose with a bump at the bridge and a full mouth. He wasn’t the tallest guy I had ever met. He couldn’t have been more than five feet eight or so, but he towered over Tiara.

It was obvious that despite Ethan’s handsomeness, Tiara had eyes for Cameron.

“What’s up?” Brent asked, throwing back his head in greeting.

“Hey.”

Carrington spoke up. “We’re doing miniature golf. Let’s go.”

The eight of us paid to play, selected putters and walked over to the first of eighteen holes. We waited for the group in front of us to move on before deciding our golfing order.

“I’m first,” Tiara announced.

Nobody offered up any debate, so she lined up at the hole.

Nine holes later there was a two-way tie for second place while I was firmly in first.

“Why are you so good at this?” Nyrah asked me as we made our way to the tenth hole.

Carrington snickered.

“Uhm, my mother went to college on a golf scholarship. She taught me how to play so that I could go to college on a golf scholarship too.”

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