Page 87 of One More Kiss

Perhaps something within me did change at Tiger Falls…

I lean into my putter on my forearm, flicking my gaze to Patrick. “Can I have a little more time?”

Patrick raises his putter to rest on his shoulder. “You’ve got till the end of the trip, Carlisle.”

With a nod, I position myself in front of my ball and eye the hole. Sweat breaks out across my brow as I line up.

I’ll talk to her about London when the time is right, and maybe she’ll understand.

Or she’ll decide she’s better off never speaking to me again.

Pulling back half a foot, I aim and push the putter forward.

Regardless, it won’t be long before I have the answer.