Page 32 of Hooking the Captain
After a delicious meal, my mom excused herself to get dessert and Ford went to use the bathroom. Alone with my dad, he gave me a knowing smile.
“You picked a good one, Coop. Ford’s a stand-up guy.”
I grinned, feeling a surge of pride. “Yeah, he really is.”
After dessert,my parents settled in front of the TV, and I lent Ford a pair of swim shorts so we could relax in the hot tub before he left to go back to his grandparents’ house. I hated that he had to leave even though we were grown men, and I longed to fall asleep with him in my arms and to wake up beside him the next morning. Hopefully that would happen once we both returned to Boston, but since neither one of us had any definite date of returning, I had to come up with a plan to be alone together for a night or two.
“Do you play golf?” I asked as we sat across from each other in the warm water, the powerful jets hitting me in all the right spots.
“Golf?” He arched a brow.
I nodded, thinking about the resort I’d been to a few times before. “Yeah, because it’s a known thing that golf buddies go on trips together, and I know of a golf resort a few hours away. Maybe we can rent a room and?—”
“Golf?” He smirked.
“Well.” I licked my lips and slid across the hot tub, coming face to face with him. “And other stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?”
I groaned and looked at the house. I knew my parents wouldn’t disturb us and there weren’t neighbors close enough to see us, but I didn’t feel right fooling around in my folks’ hot tub.
“You’ll just have to wait and see.”
A week later,Ford and I pulled into the driveway of the golf resort. The valet greeted us as we stepped out of my truck and made our way through the grand entrance, where more staff welcomed us with genuine smiles.
“Checking in?” a young woman addressed us with a wide smile.
“Yes. We have a reservation under Cooper.”
She typed a few things on her computer. “Emmett Cooper?”
“Yes.” I nodded and handed my ID and credit card to her.
She grabbed the cards, checked out my name on my driver’s license, and then said, “Perfect. We have you in a one-bedroom suite for two nights.”
I glanced at Ford and then teased, “Hope you don’t mind sleeping on the couch.”
“What? You couldn’t spring for a two-bedroom?”
On the way to the resort, we’d gone over how we were going to handle checking in for our stay. Ford could have always stayed in my vehicle, but like I mentioned that night a few weeks back in the bed of my truck, men going to golf resorts together was totally normal. We just had to put on a little show to make ourselves feel better.
“They didn’t have one,” I countered playfully.
“I can have housekeeping make the sofa into a bed while you’re at dinner tonight, if you’d like,” the front desk clerk offered.
Thinking quickly on my feet, I replied, “I’ll call them to arrange that. I’m not sure when we’re going to dinner.” Or if we would at all. Calling room service and spending the entire weekend naked with Ford was what I really wanted to do.
“That works.” She slid a packet with our key cards inside to me. “And it looks like you’ve scheduled a twilight tee time, so you’re all set.”
“Thanks so much.” I grabbed the packet, and we headed out to my truck for our bags.
Once we got up to the room, we walked into the spacious suite overlooking the manicured golf course.
Ford whistled. “Damn, sick view.”
“Yeah, it is,” I replied, looking at him and not at whatever hole our room looked out at. He turned and my eyes flicked up to his.
“Stop looking at me like that or we won’t make our tee time.”
