Chapter 31

He looked around. Lost as he’d been in negative thoughts, he hadn’t heard a single word of what the referee said.

The referee now stared at him irritably.

Stop it, stop saying my name.

Reggie turned to the Englishman, finally looking into his eyes. As he’d approached, they had seemed to be smiling, but up close he realized they looked dead.

Having Russell only a few inches away, with that blue gaze Reggie loved so much, was the most difficult part of the match, harder than getting a hole in one. He so much wanted to beg Russell to not push him away.

Instead he said through trembling lips, “Tails.”

They flipped a coin and Reggie won; it would be his honor to swing first. They got into the cart to head out to the eighteenth. They would keep playing that hole until one of them ended it with less strokes than the other, thereby winning the tournament.

At the start tee, Reggie looked at the clubs in his bag as if he didn’t recognize them.