During the days, they were fierce nineteen-year-old rivals in a collegiate golf competition, but at night, their passion sizzled under the sheets. After Team USA won, Rio "River" Vargas returned to his native Spain and Greg Thorenson headed back to his home in the United States. But when Rio didn't respond to a letter he sent, Greg wasn't sure if Rio's silence was because Greg had beaten him for the win or because their affair had been only a four-night-fling.<br><br>Now, professionals at the height of their game, they meet again as competitors in a major tournament in the California desert, where the prize of thousands of dollars is at stake. It's been six silent years since those wild, hot nights as young men. Maybe for Rio that earlier passion had been an experiment, an aberration of who he really is and of whatever Greg may have meant to him. But to Greg, that earlier passion had been something deeper ... he had fallen in love.<br><br>Upon seeing Rio again, Greg is torn between ignoring the past or re-igniting the banked embers of emotion to see where they'll lead. But can he risk it? If Greg opens himself to love, and also wins this tournament, Rio may very well walk out of his life a second time ...

Hole in One

If he couldn’t make up those strokes, he’d end this round with Greg at the top of the board. Not good. He’d have to play catch-up tomorrow in the next round of the tourney, and that wasn’t good either. He ground his teeth in disgust with himself instead of tossing his club.


On the next hole, his drive faded and his ball landed in the rough behind a rise. Tempted to say “shit,” which would get him in trouble with the officials, he tempered it to “?Caramba!” under his breath.


“It’s not out of bounds, so no penalty.” Jorge was at his shoulder. “This is a dogleg to the right, but there’s a water hazard on that side of the green. You don’t want to startle the ducks.”


Chapter 9