walked around to the trunk to get his golf clubs.
He found Max in the pro shop standing at the register.
Max clapped him on the shoulder. “We playing nine holes or eighteen today?”
Reed grinned. “Eighteen.” No reason not to.
Max took the glove he’d purchased and they headed outside, picked up their clubs, and put them onto the golf cart Reed rented for the day. He got into the driver’s seat and Max took the seat beside him.
“How’d things go with Howard last night?” Max asked.
“We’re meeting on Monday to finalize the details.”
“Good. I wasn’t sure you’d agree to work with him.”
“Business is business. Besides, I have nothing against Howard.” Reed stopped the cart when they arrived at the first tee.
“Glad to hear it. Now, what do you say? Wanna place a little friendly wager on the game?”
He got out of the cart and grabbed the driver from his bag, then headed for the gold markers. “How much are we talking?”
“Fifty bucks a hole."
Reed nodded, then lined up and drove the ball. It landed on the green. “Let’s make it a hundred a hole.”
Max shook his head. “Cocky son-of-a bitch, aren’t you?” He lined up and swung.
Reed watched as the ball sailed through the air and landed short of his. He grinned. “Yep.”
It took Max two more shots to sink the ball. Reed birdied the hole. “A hundred dollars for me.” He smiled smugly.
Max snorted. “It was a par three. You got lucky.”
They got back in the cart and drove to the second tee, stopping a short distance away to wait until the people ahead cleared the area.
“You won’t be as lucky this time.”
Reed grinned. “Wanna bet?”
Max laughed. “Arrogant as well as cocky. Sure, let’s make it two hundred for this hole.”
“You’re on.” He got out of the cart and grabbed his driver. Max followed.
“I almost forgot. Nicole wants to do a family dinner at our place before Kate goes back to Italy. Tomorrow night. Six o’clock. Can you and Ash make it?”
Dinner with the family. Shit. He’d asked Max to play golf today to tell him about the pending divorce. He’d wanted to break the news in person. Now what was he supposed to say. He didn’t want to play the happy couple once again. A picture of Ashley gliding around in that bastard Delaney’s arms appeared in his head.
He hadn’t even walked off the dance floor before she’d gone to him.
Not true. Delaney had grabbed her the moment he’d turned his back. The snake. But she’d fallen into Jake’s arms just the same.
No. She may have danced with the snake, but she’d clung to him. Wanted him. He’d known the moment her delectable body made contact with him. He was hard right now just thinking about those high, firm breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples tightening into taut little nubs.
They’d have wound up in bed together last night if he hadn’t walked away.
Ashley still wanted him.
And he wanted . . . sex. With his wife. A-fun-only-nothing-serious affair. Like they used to have. Before everything became complicated. Yes.
Now all he needed to do was convince Ashley.
“Reed?”
“Yeah?”
“You, Ashley, dinner at our place tomorrow night at six?”
He nodded. “We’ll be there.”
That gave him thirty-six hours to figure out a plan. To seduce his wife.
Ashley pulled into a parking spot, grabbed the bottle of Ibuprofen from her purse, and swallowed down two more tablets with the water bottle sitting in the cup holder, then got out of her car and headed into the restaurant.
No way would she let this persisting headache and low-grade nausea get the better of her today. Not when she planned to spend the afternoon with her sisters.
Finding time to get together was near impossible these days with Nicole busy getting her business off the ground and Kate spending the semester in Italy. The truth was she missed them.
Six months ago, it had been just the three of them against the world. Now, the three had gone their
He found Max in the pro shop standing at the register.
Max clapped him on the shoulder. “We playing nine holes or eighteen today?”
Reed grinned. “Eighteen.” No reason not to.
Max took the glove he’d purchased and they headed outside, picked up their clubs, and put them onto the golf cart Reed rented for the day. He got into the driver’s seat and Max took the seat beside him.
“How’d things go with Howard last night?” Max asked.
“We’re meeting on Monday to finalize the details.”
“Good. I wasn’t sure you’d agree to work with him.”
“Business is business. Besides, I have nothing against Howard.” Reed stopped the cart when they arrived at the first tee.
“Glad to hear it. Now, what do you say? Wanna place a little friendly wager on the game?”
He got out of the cart and grabbed the driver from his bag, then headed for the gold markers. “How much are we talking?”
“Fifty bucks a hole."
Reed nodded, then lined up and drove the ball. It landed on the green. “Let’s make it a hundred a hole.”
Max shook his head. “Cocky son-of-a bitch, aren’t you?” He lined up and swung.
Reed watched as the ball sailed through the air and landed short of his. He grinned. “Yep.”
It took Max two more shots to sink the ball. Reed birdied the hole. “A hundred dollars for me.” He smiled smugly.
Max snorted. “It was a par three. You got lucky.”
They got back in the cart and drove to the second tee, stopping a short distance away to wait until the people ahead cleared the area.
“You won’t be as lucky this time.”
Reed grinned. “Wanna bet?”
Max laughed. “Arrogant as well as cocky. Sure, let’s make it two hundred for this hole.”
“You’re on.” He got out of the cart and grabbed his driver. Max followed.
“I almost forgot. Nicole wants to do a family dinner at our place before Kate goes back to Italy. Tomorrow night. Six o’clock. Can you and Ash make it?”
Dinner with the family. Shit. He’d asked Max to play golf today to tell him about the pending divorce. He’d wanted to break the news in person. Now what was he supposed to say. He didn’t want to play the happy couple once again. A picture of Ashley gliding around in that bastard Delaney’s arms appeared in his head.
He hadn’t even walked off the dance floor before she’d gone to him.
Not true. Delaney had grabbed her the moment he’d turned his back. The snake. But she’d fallen into Jake’s arms just the same.
No. She may have danced with the snake, but she’d clung to him. Wanted him. He’d known the moment her delectable body made contact with him. He was hard right now just thinking about those high, firm breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples tightening into taut little nubs.
They’d have wound up in bed together last night if he hadn’t walked away.
Ashley still wanted him.
And he wanted . . . sex. With his wife. A-fun-only-nothing-serious affair. Like they used to have. Before everything became complicated. Yes.
Now all he needed to do was convince Ashley.
“Reed?”
“Yeah?”
“You, Ashley, dinner at our place tomorrow night at six?”
He nodded. “We’ll be there.”
That gave him thirty-six hours to figure out a plan. To seduce his wife.
Ashley pulled into a parking spot, grabbed the bottle of Ibuprofen from her purse, and swallowed down two more tablets with the water bottle sitting in the cup holder, then got out of her car and headed into the restaurant.
No way would she let this persisting headache and low-grade nausea get the better of her today. Not when she planned to spend the afternoon with her sisters.
Finding time to get together was near impossible these days with Nicole busy getting her business off the ground and Kate spending the semester in Italy. The truth was she missed them.
Six months ago, it had been just the three of them against the world. Now, the three had gone their
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