Page 38 of Rex's Honor
“Go,” Judy said, waving her hand. “Whatever it is, don’t you think you owe it to yourself to find out?”
“No,” she said.
Gerry took her by the forearms. “You and Rex are so stubborn. And sometimes so much so you can’t see straight. Just do it. See what he has to say and you can say your piece as well.”
She sucked in a deep breath. “Fine.” She took slow tentative steps toward the vehicle. The driver opened the door, and she slipped inside, half wishing Rex was inside so she could just get this over with and leave. “Where are we going?”
“I’ve been asked to take you to the club.”
“The club? Why?”
“That’s just what I was told.”
She leaned back, folding her arms over her chest. Nothing made sense anymore. She wanted to go back to when she’d been given the choice to leave him on his boat. He said he would have come anyway, so that first night wouldn’t have happened, and neither would last night have.
The ride to the club took all of ten minutes. She was greeted by a young bag boy in a golf cart.
“Mr. Jordan is waiting on the ninth green.”
“Why?” She stared at the young boy who had the stupidest grin plastered on his face.
“I’m not at liberty to say.”
As they rode across the golf course, the golfers stepped to the side, pointing and waving. They rolled down the eighth fairway and all she could think about was their first kiss, right there on the ninth green.
What the hell was he up to?
Her heart hammered against her chest. Through the trees, she saw Rex standing at that very spot, roses in hand.
“Turn this sucker around,” she whispered. The last time Rex had given her roses was the first night they’d slept together. Hehadn’t done it since, saying that roses were only for the most special of occasions and then teased her that she wouldn’t be getting them from him again unless he were to propose.
“Are you serious?” the bag boy asked with a high-pitched squeak.
“Yes. No. I don’t know,” she muttered. No way could he be asking her that. Maybe he was just going to apologize for being an asshole. She could deal with that.
The kid pulled the cart up next to Rex. The flowers in his hands shook.
“You made it,” he said, holding out his hand.
She didn’t take it. “What do you want, Rex?” Mentally, she beat the crap out of herself. Being a bitch wasn’t going to help the situation.
“Do you remember what happened here?” he asked. His voice had a funny tone to it.
“Our first kiss,” she mumbled.
“That was mind-blowing.”
“I suppose,” she said, pinching herself, trying to change her attitude. He was making an effort. The least she could do was meet him halfway.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked.
“Ya think?”
He scowled. “Whatever I did to upset you, I’m very sorry.”
“You left without saying goodbye and went back to Florida.”
“I was there for an hour to get some?—”
