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River still slept when Greg prepared to leave. The sheet was a jumble at his feet, and Greg rearranged it. He leaned in and kissed his lover’s shoulder. River stirred but didn’t awaken as Greg pulled the cover up to his neck. 5
Tournament Day 3
As Greg let himself out, his chest ached and his head hurt. In the clinch, he knew he had the edge in this competition over the dark-haired man so soundly asleep. He was the better golfer and, barring unforeseen circumstances, he’d win tomorrow in a repeat of what had happened six years ago. Pain spread through him because he knew if he won, River would leave. As before, they’d live separate lives, travel on different tours five thousand miles apart. Greg would likely never see him again.