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and to possibly block a swinging skillet.
    “That sweet girl’s been moping around this club for weeks, and I have an inkling that has something to do with you. You give me one good reason why I should help you, boy.”
    Truth be told, I’m a little afraid of Miss Anna. As she stares me down suspiciously, I feel like I’m in a standoff with Alex’s guard dog. She loves her fiercely, and she’d have no problem knocking me upside the head if I caused any trouble for her girl.
    “You should help me because I want to make it right. I care about her as much as you do, Miss Anna—”
    “Don’t be ridiculous, boy. I love that child as my own,” she barks at me angrily. Her face softens slightly as she continues, “You seem sincere, though, so I’m going to give you this one chance. I saw her heading out to the field behind Plantation course. It’s the old driving range. She likes to hit balls out there.”
    “Alex plays golf?” I ask with a shocked look.
    “Of course she does! How do you not know that? Boy, you better get out of here before I change my mind.”
    “You won’t regret this, Miss Anna. Thank you.” I race out of the kitchen as fast as my legs will carry me.
    “Oh, I won’t be the one regretting anything. You will!” I hear her say threateningly as leave the clubhouse.
     

     
    I sneak up behind Alex and watch her fine-tune her stance to drive the ball. She adjusts her grip on the driver and takes a few practice swings before she addresses the ball. The club whips through the air with a clean whistle, followed by a familiar crack. My eyes follow as the ball soars toward the horizon. 100 … 150 … 200 … 225 yards according to the beat-up, rusted markers. Damn. Yeah, I’d say Alex definitely plays golf.
    I can see why she comes here. The field is slightly overgrown with buttercups and black-eyed Susans, and the far end is lined with live oaks. There isn’t another soul in sight, and the only sounds are the soft breeze and the faint chirp of crickets. If I looked up tranquility in the dictionary, I swear there would be a picture of this field. Seeing her willowy frame and untamed waves against this backdrop brings me an immediate feeling of peace. God, I’ve missed her these past three weeks.
    “Wow, that’s quite a swing you’ve got there,” I call out from behind Alex.
    She whips her head around in surprise, and her mouth drops open slightly before she schools her features into a hard scowl. She turns back to the open field and places another ball on the tee.
    “I’m busy, West. Go away.” Her words sound curt and harsh. She takes me by surprise, and I wince in response. She doesn’t even turn to look at me. She keeps her eyes trained on the horizon, as if my presence is a nuisance.
    “I’m not going anywhere, Alex. Not until you talk to me. You can’t avoid me forever.” I walk in front of her, effectively blocking her shot, and she shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly.
    “I’ve done a bang up job avoiding your hypocritical ass thus far. There’s no reason I can’t keep it up.” She tosses her driver into her golf bag and slings it over her shoulder. Unfortunately for her, I grab the bag mid-swing and throw it over my own shoulder.
    “Let me rephrase, then. I won’t allow you to keep avoiding me. You mean too much to me.”
    She throws her hands up in the air in frustration and starts to storm away. Changing her mind midstride, she turns back and levels me with her eyes.
    “I got the message loud and clear, West! No explanation necessary. I don’t need you to spell it out for me. I’ve had enough humiliation to last me a good, long while, okay?”
    She stalks back over to me and reaches for her golf bag, but I refuse.
    “You don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” I say under my breath, resisting the urge to grab her and kiss her senseless.
    “Oh no? Look, I know you’re a nice guy, and you’re trying to let me down easy. I don’t need some big