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“No. It had to be done. There were timing issues.”
Reilly closed her eyes in resignation. “I won’t ask. But no, she wasn’t here for you. She was here for me. She wanted to apologize for not being supportive.”
“Hmm.”
“What does that mean?”
“Erica is as competitive as the next person. She might say she’s happy for you, but saying it, meaning it, and feeling it are all totally different things.”
“You’re just saying that because it didn’t work out with her.”
Kenny shook his head. “No. I’m not. You’re already paranoid enough so I won’t bother to tell you to watch your back. This is going to change things. You’ll see. You’re going to be on your own in the golfing world. Not welcomed on the men’s tour, not wanted on the ladies.”
Reilly punched his shoulder. “I’m trying to have a happy time here and you’re ruining it with tales of gloom and doom.”
“It’s a fact. Just like the stalker. No point in avoiding it. Come back inside. Pierce has made some healthy dessert he wants us to try.”
A fact, Reilly thought, as she listened to the men groan about fat-free whipped cream. Her future with her career, with Luke, was never going to be the same.
What sucked was that Reilly had no idea if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
