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Was he going to tell her about his other job? Or maybe his other woman? Or maybe—-
"You see...it's rare that I would need an outlet of any kind."
—-something else?
"But if Iwereto need one—-"
Summerine held her breath without knowing why.
"There are certain types of sports that immediately come to mind."
Summerine didn't see that coming at all. "W-What kind of sports?"
"The kind—-"
The kind...what?
"That—-"
That...what?
"You're not likely to play, unfortunately."
Next!
I'M NOT DESPERATE,okay?
(Yes. You are.)
I only want to explore my options.
(And those options just happen to be the top sports rich men play?)
Yes!
(Again: desperate.)
Summerine decided it was time to put Inner Troll back where it belonged and start practicing her swing.
Thank heavens for Billie.
The younger girl had been completely supportive when Summerine awkwardly asked for her help in keeping her plans a secret.I want to surprise my husband by learning how to play his favorite sports.
All it had taken was one quick call, and Summerine soon found herself visiting a driving range for the first time, and with her own bag of expensive golf clubs to boot.
Billie gave her an encouraging smile. "You can do it."
Summerine randomly selected a club from the bag—-
"Uh, not that."
"No, not that either."
"Um—-"
Billie took Summerine's third choice out of her hand and replaced it with...whoa.
Summerine nearly dropped the club in her surprise.