Page 25 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“Always shrouded in mystery.”

“Part of the gig.”

I start to drive as Luke hangs on in the passenger seat.

“One day, you’ll have to tell me what it is you do.”

“One day, I’ll be retired and able to share all my tales.”

Luke grins as we slow down.

“Cara’s heading out too.”

He gets out of the cart and starts to go for a golf club before pausing.

Luke shakes his head, almost as if he’s talking himself out of whatever thought he was having. I grab my next club, too, and follow him toward the fairway.

One secret that I keep for Cara, out of professional courtesy, is that I don’t tell her father anything about our overlapping lines of work. He knows she does something in security but has no idea what his daughter is capable of. It’s for his safety that he can’t know what our cases involve.

We both take our shots and find ourselves at the hole, putting the balls in.

“I’m about ready for the 19th hole,” Luke jokes as he picks up the ball.

“Almost there. Only two more holes left.”

“You’ll be able to do a couple of drinks?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Good,” Luke answers.

“Just remember, I’m beating you out here,” I tease.

“You always do.”

We head to the next hole and find ourselves in a familiar position.

“Come on, old man. Show me what you’ve got.”

Luke gets more serious as he focuses on the ball and prepares to take his shot.

I do have an ulterior motive for making sure he and I were able to get together before Cara and I leave for Charlotte. I’m about to marry his daughter, and he has no idea that, on paper, I’m going to be his son-in-law. Before I marry Cara, I want a bit of insight into her before making her my wife. All for educational reasons, of course.

“You win again,”Luke says with a sigh.

In the club’s restaurant, we both look at the drink menu as we wait for a server to come by and take our orders.

“It happens from time to time,” I tease.

“If I were ten years younger like you.”

“Then I’d be in real trouble.”

A server comes by, and we place our order. The service is good at this club, so it doesn’t take long for our cocktails to arrive.

Luke smiles as he takes a sip of his gin and tonic while I take a drink of my vodka martini. A bit cliché, but it’s popular for a reason.

Luke lets out a long groan.

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