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BIG BEN
Magazine columnist Jillian Welch has one assignment to show
her readers the golf course is the news single’s bar, and show an old flame all
the ways she’s changed. Unless she hasn’t changed at all…
**With car sex, an interesting approach to learning to
golf, and a love story hazardous to your hankie supply. Oh, plus exploding
toads.
“I’m not doing
very well, am I?” Jillian huffed in frustration and stared at the scenery. No
wonder people paid to walk around the grounds all day. Too bad they had to keep
whacking a little ball all over the place.
“Sometimes
people have beginner’s luck and get hooked forever.” Ben walked up to her.
Between the beauty of the course and the gorgeous man before her, how could she
possibly concentrate on learning to play some stupid game with too many rules?
“Other times it grows on you. You can’t get intimidated and give up.”
“Don’t you
think I’d learn faster with a ball?”
“You don’t get
a ball until I’m sure you can hit it. Once you understand the set-up and swing,
you’ll be able to hit great shots. No one is a good golfer on the first day.”
“Thanks for
the vote of confidence.” Jilly stared down at the club in her hands and
imagined the clock face, exactly like he’d told her. Repeatedly. Left thumb at one o’clock, club in her fingers not her
palm. Right hand over left, right thumb at eleven o’clock. The hand-over-hand
position wouldn’t be blatantly sexual to anyone else. A normal person who could
keep their mind on trying to learn, and not trying to imagine what Ben Cannon
hid in his pants.
“Much better.”
Ben’s deep voice rolled through her, her nerves vibrating from head to toes.
He’d moved closer, but she didn’t trust herself to check where. “Stay relaxed,
you’re tensing up again.”
Easier said
than done when your fantasy man is within kissing distance. Taking a deep
breath, Jillian moved her feet shoulder-width apart. She tried to soften her
knees, keeping her body weight distributed evenly. She remembered every word
he’d said all day, why couldn’t her body just obey?
“Don’t grip
the club too tight. Stay relaxed.” All at once he was behind her, around her.
Jillian froze the moment in her mind as his hands covered hers, making her oh
so grateful she hadn’t dug the pink glove out of her bag. Jillian’s blood
swirled, circling to where his fingers covered her hands. Her body reacted
instinctively to his hold. Maybe if she—
“Stick your
butt out, tilt your pelvis forward.”
If only his
mind were in the gutter with hers. Jillian bit back a groan and did as she was
told.
“Let your arms
hang straight, relaxed, natural.”
She felt
herself relaxing into him, but she didn’t care. It felt natural, and since
that’s what he was going for, she didn’t want to disappoint him. His body
tensed against hers, straightening and backing away. She froze in position. Had
he read her mind?
“Let’s try
that swing again. Start small, remember L to L.” Jillian cleared her head and
tried to follow instruction as best she could.
“The shaft and
your left arm make an L on the back swing, that’s it. And you make a backward L
on the follow-through. Good.”
Her body
relaxed into the momentum of the action, but Jilly dared not disengage her
brain. She’d done that around him once, one too many times.
“Keep your
feet planted, Jillian. Keep going, back and forth, until it feels natural.
That’s it.”
She tried to
concentrate on the motion, biting back the giggle threatening to erupt. Back and forth, until it feels natural.
Did he know he sounded like a sex instruction manual?
“Back and
forth. Feel your body react to the motion.”
She would love
to do just that. Her body primed itself, reacting to his words. Jilly willed
herself to focus on swinging the damned club, not picturing Ben Cannon wielding
his.
“The ball
simply gets in the way of the club. The motion is what’s important.”
Jilly thudded
her club against the ground as hard as she could. “I need to hit something.
Now.”