One Last First Date by Kate O'Keeffe

Author:Kate O'Keeffe [O'Keeffe, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wild Lime Books
Published: 2017-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

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So that’s what I did. I went home and visualized myself hitting that ball with style and elegance, impressing Parker with my golfing proficiency and natural charm. In my mind, I was the consummate golfer, hitting effortlessly great shots every time, congratulating Parker on his good shots, and commiserating with him on his bad. At the end of every visualization, Parker would take me by the hand, look deep into my eyes, and tell me he loved me and could see us playing golf together for many years to come.

As part of my prep, I flicked the channel over to one of the many sports channels I’d never visited before and fell asleep watching the not-exactly riveting world of professional golfers in bad clothing each night, making it look easy.

And because my mama didn’t raise no fool, I took Will up on his offer, despite my reservations. We went to the driving range every evening after work. And I turned up prepared. I bought a set of clubs second-hand online and even purchased a shirt-skirt ensemble from the pro golf store I passed on my way to work each day—a store I never imagined I would ever enter, let alone exercise my Visa card in.

Will let out a whistle as I slipped my new, pink golf bag off my shoulder in the driving range cubicle. “Don’t you look the business.”

“Why, thank you.” I turned and pulled my five-iron out of my pretty pink bag, removed its pink fluffy cover, walked over to the tee, and put my golf ball (pink, of course) in place. I was ready for my first shot.

Will leaned back against the wall of the cubicle. “Hit it, tiger. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

I got myself into position, did the little wiggle I noticed in my TV research all pro golfers seem to do, then looked from the ball to my target and back again. In short, I was feeling it. And it was good. I swung my club up behind me and let loose, hearing the satisfying clunk of club hitting ball. I watched my girly pink ball soar through the air, eventually landing close to the one-fifty flag.

A surge of pride rose up my chest. I tried my best to suppress a smile.

“Wow, Dunny. What an awesome shot! Are you sure this is your first time back at the range? You haven’t been cheating on me with another coach, have you?”

“No. I guess I’m just a natural, that’s all.”

“A natural, huh? Okay, let’s see that again.”

“Sure. No problemo.” I took another pink ball out of my bag, placed it on the tee, and got myself into position once more. This time, however, I clunked my club into the ground, entirely missing the ball and tee.

Will pushed himself off the wall and rolled up his sleeves. “Okay. We’ve got some work to do.”

We spent the next hour and a half taking shot after shot, Will frequently offering advice, and me frequently scowling at him. But I listened to him and did what he said.

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