Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
More than any of that, she was Vince’s little sister.
Grace and I knew this road we were on led right to a dead end.
But we both wanted to keep driving.
For as long as we had the road, for as long as we had the summer… we had each other.
“Hey, Tanny Boy, can you show up and play today?” Carter asked on the ninth hole. “My back is about to break from the strain of carrying us.”
Carter bent over like an old man, rubbing the middle of his back to illustrate, and Vince narrowed his eyes before kicking him right in the ass. Carter stumbled forward on a laugh, and the whole charade earned us some disapproving looks from the team that was wrapping up ahead of us and moving on to the next hole.
Putting four rowdy hockey players on the fairway alongside some of the classiest, most well-known golfers in the PGA Tour wasn’t boding well.
“The only reason your back hurts is because you have to carry that off-season gut around,” Vince said, poking Carter in the stomach.
Carter swatted his hand away and punched him in the arm. “Please. My abs put yours to shame.”
He untucked his pink polo shirt from the khaki shorts he wore like he was ready to prove that point, but Will glared at him severely enough that Carter second-guessed, looking at our surroundings before he tucked his shirt back in again.
“Aw, come on, Daddy P,” Vince teased, nodding at his caddy to hand him his club. He bent down to place his ball with his eyes on the fairway. “Let Carter show us his little abs if he wants to. God knows he’s not showing them to any women.”
“I never thought I’d say these words, but I’m glad I got sent down to the AHL this spring,” Carter said, leaning on his club. “Better than putting up with you fuckers.”
“Nize it, Fabio,” I piped up. “You’ll be back in Ospreys blue come fall.”
“Yeah, and don’t worry — we’ll save up all our best chirps for the first day you’re back on the ice with us,” Vince said, and then he took his shot.
And it was terrible.
Carter laughed at his expense, and even Will cracked a smile before stepping up for his own shot.
The tournament was a scramble, which meant we’d each hit a tee shot before choosing which ball to play for the next shot. So far today, it had been mine or Carter’s we’d been playing from. Vince was too busy goofing around to make a serious shot, and Will seemed distracted — quieter than he usually was, which was saying something.
“Maven is going to disown you after this,” I told Vince when I stepped up to take my shot after Will. “She’s already had one pussy golfer in her life. I doubt she needs another.”
I barely got the shot off before I was thwacked in the back of the head.
“Oh shit, I forgot about that,” Carter said, placing his ball. “Is that duffer here?”
“Fuck no,” Vince said. “Probably because he doesn’t have a death wish.”
We all smirked at that. If there was anything I knew to be true, it was that Vince Tanev would go to jail if it meant he got to get in one good hit on the guy who had hurt his future wife.
Carter had the best shot again, and Vince grumbled about it as we headed down the fairway.
“You good, Daddy P?” I asked as we walked. “You’re even grumpier than usual.”
Will glared at me for a long second, long enough that I felt like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Something about the way he looked at me made me want to defend myself before he’d even accused me of anything.
Suddenly, I remembered the text he’d sent.
We need to talk at the tournament.
I swallowed, wondering what the hell that meant, but he cracked his neck and let out a long sigh, finally dropping his death glare.
“If putting up with you twerps doesn’t send me to an early grave, trying to find a nanny for Ava will.”
“What’s wrong with the doe-eyed blonde?” Vince asked, nodding to the crowd gathered around the hole. We were still a ways away, but even so, I could see the girl Vince was referring to. She was maybe twenty-five, with platinum blonde hair and big…
Eyes.
It was almost comical watching Ava tug her around, and I hadn’t missed the way the woman had cringed earlier when Ava had plopped down in the grass to play and insisted that her nanny for the day join her.
“Other than the fact that she couldn’t cook macaroni and cheese from a fucking box?” Will grumbled. “She won’t leave me alone.”
“That’s code for she wants to suck his—”
Will gave Carter a flat tire before he could finish that sentence.