Page 95 of Sweetheart

"I may or may not have brought you here to show off," he added.

"I'm serious, Bishop," I said. "This could get ugly."

"Bring it, Kent."

Despite the cute fairies and woodland creatures surrounding us, the game quickly became heated. Sam had already beat me in the first four holes. It didn't even look like he was trying, which was crazy—and suspicious.

"Are you cheating?" I demanded.

Sam gave me a mock-offended look. "I would never."

My eyes narrowed as I considered him. "You have to be. No one'sthis lucky."

"It's the luck of the pink-ish," he said.

"That's not a thing," I said."Luck of the Irish is a thing. But pink-ish? No."

Sam shrugged, running a hand through his hair."You say that, but the proof is on the scorecard."

Rolling my shoulders back, I said, "Well, there are still 14 more holes, Bishop. I wouldn't get too cocky."

"If I was down five strokes, I wouldn't either."

I nearly growled which made Sam's smile brighten.

"Hey, why don't we make it interesting?" he said.

"How would we do that?" I asked.

"For each hole we win, we get something."

"Like what?"

"A piece of clothing?"

I gave him a look. "Try again."

"Ooh, shot that down fast."

"It's a crazy idea."

"Not really," he said, "you've heard of strip poker, right?When you think of it that way, strip mini-golf makes a lot of sense."

"Next," I said with a roll of my eyes.

Sam thought for a second then said, "How about a kiss?"

"That desperate to kiss me again?" I joked.

"Absolutely," he said, and honest to God, Sam's voice was so serious, I couldn't tell if he was joking.After a second, though, he grinned.

I shook my head. "Moving on to option three."

"Okay,how about this? Whoever wins gets to ask a question. Kind of like truth or truth."

I crossed my arms. "You think you canhandle it? I've been told I'm a very nosy person."

"I can if you can," he said.

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