Page 6 of Switchin' Lanes
I chuckle. “I’ve been bedridden and dreaming of this day for the past four months, Pixie. The last thing I wanna do is wait any longer.”
“Oh, you’re smooth.” She giggles.
“What can I say? The more I get to know you, the more I want to be around you.” I’ve never wanted to be around a woman as much as I want to be around Tink. She has this way about her. She’s intoxicating in the best ways.
“Who knew you could be such a sweetheart.” Her eyes glitter with amusement.
“Only for you, Pixie.” I wink. “Come on, let’s go.”
We walk out to the main room. My eyes go straight to Hollywood. We haven’t spoken to each other in weeks, except for club business. He’s laughing at something Tech said and it sends a pang of hurt straight to my chest. Hollywood was the first brother I truly became friends with when the other Riders and I moved here two years ago this summer. His face falls when he sees Tink and me together.
“I hate this,” Tink says once we’re outside.
“Hate what?”
“Hollywood not talking to us. I know he’s the one that wanted this, but I miss him,” she tells me.
“I know. So do I. Let’s try not to let it bring us down, though. I have something fun planned for us.” I smile, opening the passenger side door of my Camaro.
She grins at me. “And who says chivalry is dead?”
Right before she slides into the car, I smack her ass, earning a squeal and a playful glare. I flash her an innocent smile and close the door before walking to the driver’s side.
“You ready to go?” I say as I climb into the car.
“Yup.” She pops the p. “You sure you don’t want to tell me where we’re going?”
“What kind of surprise would it be if I told you?”
“Ugh.” Tink crosses her arms over her chest, pretending to pout.
“Pout all you want, Pixie. I’m still not tellin’ you.”
She pokes her tongue out at me and I laugh.
Twenty minutes later, we’re pulling up to the Mini Golf Club.
“Mini golf? This is what we’re doing?” I’d be worried about her response if I didn’t hear the excitement in her tone.
“It sure is.”
“I haven’t played mini-golf inyears.” She giggles.
“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go play some golf.”
Once we’re out of the Camaro, we head inside to pay for a game and get our balls and putters.
“Hi and welcome to the Mini Golf Club! Would you like to play one course or both, today?” The young girl greets us.
“We’ll start with one, please,” I tell her.
“That’ll be fourteen dollars,” she says.
I hand her a twenty.
“The putters and balls are just through the doorway and course one starts to the left.” She adds, handing me my change.
“Thank you,” Tink and I say at the same time.
