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“Think about it. The public would eat that shit up. You, dating a first-grade teacher and a single mom?”
I stop chewing long enough to say, “What are you getting at?”
“Nothing. I’m just saying it would be great for your image.”
“My image doesn’t need helping.”
“Doesn’t it?” he mutters, quite rudely I might add.
I’m America’s Sweetheart, I can do no wrong! Why would my image need shining up?
“Everyone’s image could use a little PR,” Trent explains. “You’ve been known as a playboy for a really long time. It wouldn’t kill your reputation to be seen with a woman who isn’t a model for a change. Your fans would love it.”
I would never do that to Margot.
And besides, she’d junk punch me if she thought for one second I was only interested in her because it would be good for my public persona.
“Think about it. That’s all I’m saying ...”
Chapter 14
Margot
You don’t think it’s weird that a man who said he didn’t want to date a mom is taking you on a date?
I know.
I found it odd, too, when Dex started using the wordsdateandsee where this can leadin his messages to me but shrugged off the niggling in my stomach because as friends have said,You can’t sit around waiting for men to come to you—you have to get out of the house.
Okay, but what if the man doesn’t actually want to be in a relationship? Should I waste time hanging out with him?
Wyatt is with her dad this weekend, so it’s not as if I didn’t have time to spare. No other men on the apps have asked to meet, and I haven’t asked to meet them, so here I am, with only the sage advice of Wyatt’s and my friends’ words ringing in my ears.
As I push through the heavy glass doors of Glam Golf USA, a rush of cool air hits my face. It’s one of those indoor and outdoor places—bars and food inside, golf turf outside—the perfect combination for people who may not be golf enthusiasts.
People such as myself.
I step inside, and the soft whacking of golf balls and loud chatter create an electric backdrop for a day that started off partly cloudy.
Maybe this is going to be fun,I think, despite the doubt in my gut.
My heart races a little faster than usual. After all, this isn’t just any outing, it’s a second date, and I haven’t been on one of those in what feels like forever.
My eyes scan the room, taking in the scene. Flat-screen television sets are everywhere, showing the turf, targets, and games that players are here to play. There’s an actual golf tournament on others. Baseball too.
I walk farther in, my sneakers making no sound against the polished concrete floor. I’m feeling a bit out of place in my casual yet carefully chosen outfit.
Black capri leggings.
Black cropped quarter zip.
Black ball cap.
I’m wearing more makeup than usual, simply because I wanted to dress up and look cute, and this activity didn’t give me the opportunity to wear anything else.
I didn’t want to golf in jeans, though now that I’m glancing around, plenty of people are wearing them.
Dammit!
