Chapter 6

Please God, don’t let him see me…

But why would it be a problem, if he was seen? Surely Russell had already forgotten his face and what had happened the day before.

Lee shook many hands while heading to the counter.

Reggie tried his best to concentrate on the data and measurements in front of him, but failed. His couldn’t look away from Russell, from his white trousers or his orange polo. He felt magnetized by Russell’s presence; the more he tried to look somewhere else, the more his gaze veered back to that dark blond beard and smiling mouth. The man had hurt him, yet he was still interested.

Stupid, stupid, stupid…

“Seriously, Reggie, he isn’t worth it,” he heard Carlos whispering.

“I already told you, I’m fine.”

He again started studying the drawing of hole seventeen, where he had struck the ball badly on the fairway, making it fall into the water but, even though he had just played the hole, he couldn’t remember any useful detail. His brain refused to cooperate.