Page 17 of Putting Out
“Erica Kim.”
Luke frowned again. He knew Erica more as Reilly’s friend than as a golfer.
“That’s playing it a little too close to home, isn’t it?”
“Like-like knows no bounds.” Kenny hoisted the duffle bag higher up on his shoulder. “Go talk sense to her. No pie for you otherwise.”
“Now there’s incentive.”
Luke hugged his Italian leather coat tighter and reacquainted himself with cold weather. It was just another sign he’d been in LA too long when he shivered at forty degrees.
He followed the well-worn path to the small lake he’d both skated on and swam in. A lake filled with memories of his time here, which made this place even more special. The sound of a well-struck ball told him he was on the right path. He stopped for a second to watch her swing.
It was a thing of beauty. Almost as pretty as she was. It occurred to him then he missed her more than he missed this place.
“You’re sliding past parallel. It’s going to make you push your hips too fast. That can lead to a nasty slice, Slice.”
She dropped her club midswing and turned around with a ready scowl on her face.
“I’ll take a slice over a hook any day.”
He saw teeth so he guessed she was smiling at him.
“Good to see you, but aren’t you late for your next wedding? I mean it has been almost what…a month since your last one.”
“It’s always been your humor I love most about you.”
“How is Holly-Two?”
The delightful nickname for Luke’s third wife. The first wife had been a television star. His third had been a movie star. Luke believed in upgrading.
“I know this might come as somewhat of a surprise to you but we’re divorced. Separated for the last six months, officially divorced last week.”
“Uh, yeah. Hello? Access Hollywood. You and your marriages are like gold to them.”
“You’re no slouch yourself. I was very sorry to hear you and Bud…”
“Buck.”
“Right, Buck,” he drawled. “I’m sorry you two didn’t make it. He seems like such a down to earth guy in all those shoot-em-up actions flicks. Sure he likes to carry an AK- 47 wherever he goes, but underneath all that I thought he had heart.”
“Okay, truce. We’re both acknowledged losers in love.”
“Agreed.”
She paused before adding. “But I’ve still got you beat by one marriage.”
“You were engaged.”
“But not married. It totally doesn’t count.”
“Fine. You know where I have you beat?”
“I know it’s not in looks.”
He snarled for good measure. “Nope. You got me there, too. Although Holly-Two did turn me on to the facial so my pores right now are fabulous. No, my dear, it’s fashion.”
She eyed him. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
