First Resort by Nanci Little

Author:Nanci Little [Little, Nanci]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay & Lesbian
ISBN: 9781594933615
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2013-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

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“So what’d you and Peony get in a flap about?” Jordan asked as they walked to the first green while Barry raked her footsteps out of the bunker from which she’d holed a lucky birdie and Simon lugged Gillie’s bag to the second tee. Gillie was lying five on the green of a par four, her swing hampered by the ache in her back.

“Oh, that! I could have killed her. She told me I was uptight and stuffy and put a ten-mg Valium in my hot little hand. She’ll never know how it feels to withdraw from that stuff, but I do, and it wasn’t long enough ago for me to be that close to it.” She paused to putt; the ten-footer curled around the cup and angled back to leave her a six-incher. “Oh, come on! I’ve been robbed.”

“I’ll give you that one. Jeez, Gil. Valium’s a bitch to kick. You did that?”

“Bitch doesn’t begin to describe it. I’d have had more fun staked naked to an anthill and covered with molasses—which I more or less thought I was for two days.” She shivered in the memory; she had thought only heroin addicts and stone boozers got the bugs, before she got them. “Anyway, I told her I didn’t need it or her and she said the most vulgar thing and stomped off.” She tapped her ball with the back of her putter, knocking it into the cup, and bent to retrieve it. “Most seventh-grade girls would have shown more grace.”

As she started to straighten up something in her back grated, or slipped; pain flared hotter than ache, sucking the strength from her legs and driving the breath from her in a soft gasp: “Oh! god—”

“Gillian—” Jordan was there, her hands at her waist in time to keep her from going to her knees. “Easy—easy, Gil. I’ve got you.”

“Mrs. Benson, let me—”

“No, Barry,” Jordan almost snapped at her caddie. “I’ve got her. Go get a cart. Double-time, my friend. Simon, take our bags to my office.” Barry cleared the green and took off at a dead run. “Gillie, breathe. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”

Cold sweat washed across her scalp, between her shoulder blades, under her arms; she could only focus on the pain, and the hard delineation of Jordan’s forearms under her hands. “I’m okay.” Her voice sounded vaguely distant to her ears; sharp pinpoints of light twittered at the edges of her vision, and then started closing in. “Oh—maybe not. Jordan—oh, damn, I think I’m going to faint—”

“Come on, deep breaths…” Jordan’s voice sounded as if chuckling bees were buzzing benignly around them both. “Faint in my arms and we’ll be the talk of the season. Stay on your feet, hon.”

“We’re already the talk of the season.” The thought distracted her; without her sharp focus on the pain, it ebbed. She managed to straighten up, wondering how she could feel so chilled in ninety-degree heat; sickly, she wondered what had happened in her lower back.

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