Chapter 29

They were escorted to a little VIP area, where they settled in. There were two small sofas, a supply of drinks from a vending machine, and a big screen TV tuned to the Golf Channel.

Reggie sat down and crossed his legs. “It’s pointless to be here,” he mumbled, taking off his hat and shaking his foot nervously. “I won’t win, Russell will.”

“It’s just in case.” Carlos stood in front of the television, legs wide and hands on his hips. “You don’t want to watch this?”

“No,” Reggie answered harshly.

He could only hold out for a few seconds.

“Fuck yes, I want to see!” A moment later he was next to Carlos.

On the screen was Russell, his red polo shirt standing out like an elegant tulip in the green of the grass. Reggie couldn’t stop looking at him. He watched Russell consult with Mackenzie, practice his shot, and consult again. He didn’t realize Carlos had moved away to get a drink from the vending machine, nor did he notice the can Carlos offered him.