Page 7 of Switchin' Lanes
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“Do you think you’ll find a putter long enough for you?” Tink teases. She holds her hand up just above her head. “You have to be this short to play.”
I smirk at her. “Aren’t you funny.”
“I’m hilarious.” She winks at me. “Come on, so I can kick your ass in putt-putt.”
“You’re pretty full of yourself. What do you say we make a bet?”
“Hmm.” She taps her chin, mulling it over. “Okay, what’s at stake?”
“If I win, I get to kiss you.”
“And if I win,” She asks.
“If you win,” I say. “You get to kiss me.”
“Ha!” She laughs. “If I win, I get to pick our next date.”
“Deal.” I agree. “Ladies first.”
She steps up to the start of the first hole. I can’t help but admire her body as she bends over to set her ball down. This is going to be fun.
