It wasn’t exactly rocket science. But she held her tongue. If she were here with Dec, they would pick a dare for the loser right now. They would rib each other and she would try to get on Dec’s nerves, just to make him lose concentration.
But since she was here on a date with Craig, she placed her golf ball on the tee and gave her swing a little more grit than necessary. The golf ball flew over the windmill and came at a complete standstill right next to the hole.
“Wow! And you’d said you’ve never been here before.”
“I haven’t.” Bree smiled as she walked over to her ball. She gave it a little nudge and filled the hole.
“Is there anything you can’t do?” Craig grinned as he shook his head. He placed his golf ball on the tee and made a big show out of taking an aim. After swinging back and forth with his putter, he finally made contact, and the ball flew against one of the windmill blades.
“Ah, that’s unfortunate,” he said, sucking air between his teeth.
“Yes, very unfortunate.” Bree rolled her eyes. What was she even doing here tonight?
He’d told her he wanted to do ‘fun stuff’ together. And just go from there.
No pressure.
Going to the miniature golf course wasn’t exactly ‘fun stuff’ in Bree’s book, but it beat sitting home alone, thinking about Declan.
“Shall we make this game a little more interesting, Bree?”
She perked up at his words. Maybe she’d been too harsh on Craig. Perhaps he was her kind of guy after all. Craig was gorgeous, with his blond locks of hair and blue eyes. He was bulky, but not so much it bothered her. The sweet aura surrounding him was the first thing that drew her to him.
Because the one thing she searched for in a guy was trust. She wanted to know she could rely on her partner above anything. She trusted Declan with her life, but no longer with her heart. She really wanted to make it work with Craig.
But their kiss in her classroom had been… meh. Maybe during this date there would be more sexual tension between them?
She placed her hand on his muscular, tanned underarm and leaned in.
“What do you have in mind?”
“The winner gets to pick the restaurant,” Craig said.
Bree let out a deep breath and said, “Ookay…”
“What? Did you have something else in mind?” he asked with worry in his voice.
“No, no. It’s fine.”
She walked over to the second course and stood in front of a giant wooden shoe. “What’s up with these props?”
“It’s owned by an old Dutch couple. Don’t you think it’s kind of sweet?”
“Hmm.” Bree started her backswing but held back the last minute because she didn’t want to hit Craig as he came to stand close to her. Her putter kissed the golf ball for a second.
“First stroke!” Craig said.
“Excuse me?”
“Your putter contacted the ball.”
“That was an accident! I backed out of hitting it because I didn’t want to knock your head from your torso!”
“It still counts as the first stroke. You began your backswing and in the regulations it says,” he put his next two words into quotation marks with his fingers, “‘The Players’, are ready the moment you begin your backswing. If the putter contacts the ball from that point, the stroke counts.”
Bree shook her head. “You’re kidding.”
“No, Bree. According to the World Mini-golf Sport Federation—”