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“Yes, ma’am.”

We end the call and I toss my cell to the middle of the bed then head off to take a much-needed shower.

Isaac

“Damn, you suck at golf too?” Finn teases Caleb, as he lines up to take his first swing at hole number ten. “Look at that form. I’m sorry for the girls you fuck if you’re this uncoordinated here. Yikes.”

“Fuck you, Rogers. I’m a master at anything that involves skill and finesse,” Caleb responds, as he swings the club and sends the ball flying across the green. We watch until the ball bounces a couple of times and rolls, stopping just a couple feet short of the hole. “Boom,” he gloats. “Like I said.”

“Lucky shot,” Finn says, taking a drink of his water.

“You guys are fucking insane. Will you be measuring dicks next?” I ask.

“Hell no. I wouldn’t want to make Finn more of a sad sack than he is now.” Caleb slides his club back into his cart bag.

Finn flips him the bird then starts to line up his own shot.

“So where’d you disappear to last night?” Caleb asks me, coming to stand at my side.

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on, don’t be shy. You disappeared with your hottie pretty quickly and never came back. So tell me all about it. Unless you’re embarrassed.” He snaps his finger. “That’s it. That’s why you’re barely speaking. What’s the matter? Couldn’t get it up?”

I swat the back of his head and knock his baseball cap off. “You’re a dick.”

He swipes it off the ground and pulls it back onto his head. “It’s a common problem, Isaac. One in ten men –”

I cut him off by pouring my very cold bottle of water over his head.

“Fuck. You. Getting it up wasn’t a problem. Not that it’s any of your goddamn business. Maybe I don’t want to tell you about this one, okay?”

“What are we talking about?” Finn asks, when he comes to put his club back in the bag.

Caleb goes to respond but I point a finger, threatening his life if he opens his mouth.

“I was telling Caleb that maybe I don’t want to share every sordid detail about anything I do, or don’t do, with Sawyer. I think that’s a fair fucking request.”

“Who are you and what have you done with our friend?” Finn crosses his arms over his chest.

“I’m still here, it’s just…” I hesitate and swing my club around absentmindedly, “different. She’s just different.”

“You really like this one, don’t you?” Finn asks.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess I do.”

“Well hell, I never thought I’d see the day Isaac Black was pussy-whipped, but you, sir, have been whipped by pussy.”

“Maybe I just think it’s time to be a little more grown.” I shrug.

“Nah, I’d rather keep on my path, banging whomever I’d like without anyone to answer to and without any expectations,” Caleb says, as he slides behind the steering wheel of the golf cart.

“One day, Caleb,” Finn points at him, and continues, “One day some girl is going to come by and knock you to the dirt, and I can’t wait to see it.”

Chapter 18

Sawyer

Isaacwasunusuallysilentthe entire trek back to Sunset Valley.

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