Page 69 of Biggest Player
“Yikes,” I mutter as it hits the mesh barrier that stops balls from flying into the land next to Glam Golf USA. “You may have put too much man power into that.”
“Maybe it was the coaching.”
“Nah.” I shake my head. “You’re too strong. You should relax a bit.”
Dex laughs. “Listen to you, giving me instructions.”
“Somebody has to. I feel like you’ve been running amok for too long.”
I realize two things:
The words are probably true.
He knows it and is suddenly aware of it.
Dex steps away, moving toward the outdoor furniture arranged in our pod, then sits on one of the couches. He pats the spot beside him, still holding the club in his other hand.
“Let’s chill for a second.”
I nod, joining him on the sofa, sinking in next to him cross-legged.
I look at him, so casual and cool—meanwhile, my traitorous heart is racing far faster than it freaking should be, considering how casual this “date” is supposed to be. We’re here because he is going to wine me and dine me for the simple fact that he fucked up my kitchen sink.
“Everything work out with Dan?”
Dan is the guy who actually knew what he was doing, the one who came and put everything to rights with a few twists of the wrench. Took him under ten minutes. Also, Dan was cute, single, and flirty.
“Everything wasgreatwith Dan.” I stress the wordgreat, remembering how he leaned against my counter, smiling broadly when I offered him a glass of wine. We chatted for a while, and he casually tried to find out if I was single, too, only mentioning his divorce four times. “Thanks for sending him over.”
Dex looks slightly embarrassed. “No more leak?”
“No more leak, no more noises. Everything is dry. Things are right as rain.”
I might also have a date next week!
“That’s good.” He sets down the golf club and reaches for his drink, a beer he’s only drunk half of. “How is Wyatt?”
“Living her best life.”
“What’s the deal with you and your ex?” he blurts out, taking me by surprise. “You told me you weren’t together after you had Wyatt, but you never really said if the two of you get along.”
I cock my head to the side. “We get along fine. He’s a good dad—spends plenty of time with her.”
I leave out the part where Colton is mostly an asshole.
“You were saying he had a girlfriend?”
“He does.” I’m shocked that Dex listened. “Honestly, I think he has commitment issues, not that it’s any of my business, because they’ve been together a year and they’re barely having the conversation about moving in together.” And I know she’s pressed for it because my daughter tells me.
He’s had several relationships but nothing long term, always ending things around the two-year mark. Then again, who am I to judge? I’ve never been engaged or married, either, and our daughter is ten!
All I care about is that his home is safe and Wyatt is well taken care of.
“As a momma’s girl, Wyatt doesn’t always love going to her dad’s,” I theorize. “But it could just be a mother-daughter thing. Dads are sometimes the odd man out when it comes to girls.”
I need to stop babbling; Dex is getting a glazed, far-off look in his eyes.
But also:He is the one who asked!
