Page 121 of Pros Don't

Holland nods at him and leads me toward where his family is standing. He dips his head. “Your guy, huh? Possessive much?”

“Don’t act like you don’t like that.”

“Guilty. I love when you take control.”

“That’s what I thought.” I smirk.

We make it to the line of fans, and Holland stops and hugs his parents and Mack, and I’m engulfed by the Kasper sisters.

“You two are the cutest,” Rose says.

Poppy shoves her aside so she can hug me. “Totally called this.”

Noli is next. “Enemies-to-lovers and workplace romances are the best kind.” She shoots me a knowing smile. “Speaking from experience.”

“You know what? I couldn’t agree more.” It’s been a rollercoaster these past six weeks. If someone would have told me after the tournament in South Carolina that I would not only be roped intodating Holland but actually develop real feelings for him, letting him scale my carefully constructed professional fortress, I would have said there was a greater chance that I’d end up walking on Mars.

But I wouldn’t change a thing. The route Holland and I took to each other has been unconventional, but he’s proven himself at every turn. He may have fallen for me first, but by giving me the time to let my feelings catch up, he’s kindled my fragile trust into a blazing fire of confident, mutual love.

I glance over at Holland, who catches my eye.

He smiles, and his mom pushes him toward me.

“I’ve got to go—” He gestures to the clubhouse.

“Do your thing. Yeah. Of course you do.” I grin. “I’ll be here.”

“I know.” He kisses my forehead. “I still can’t believe it.”

“Well, start believing it. Oh, and Vivian wants to interview us when you’re done.”

“Yeah. About that. How is she here?”

“I called her and told her we should film the final segment of the season here, for our reunion.” I shrug it off like it’s no big deal. “I had a feeling today was going to be a good day on the course for you.”

He shakes his head. “There’s no way you could have known I’d win.”

“Are you questioning my coaching skills, Bradley?” I put my hands on my hips.

“Never.” He grins. “You’re my secret weapon. But there are never any guarantees in this game.”

“I won’t ever bet against you.” I pin him with a look. “As long as you promise to never bet against yourself.”

“Deal.” He kisses me again. “Thank you.” He holds my gaze for a brief second, and a flurry of emotions fills his eyes. I’d like to take the time to catalog each one, but he blinks. “For everything.”

Then he disappears into the clubhouse.

My phone is blowing up in my back pocket. I huddle up with Holland’s family and check my messages.

Mom

Holland wins!!!

Mom

Saw you on TV.

Jo

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