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“Why not?” Her immediate refusal has me bummed.
“Because you’re Capri’s brother.”
“So? People can date their friend’s older brother.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?” There’s really not a good reason to press Jane on this. I’m only in town for a little while, but I press anyway. Maybe I’m just hoping for a distraction, a way to relax my mind a bit so I can do better in golf. Either way, teasing Jane is a game I love to play—unlike golf right now.
She shakes her head several times before answering. “You’re like a brother to me. It would be too weird.”
I’ve never thought of Jane Hayes as a little sister. Especially not the grown-up version I’ve seen this week.
“Not as weird as kissing Beau Palmer would’ve been,” I say.
Her side-eyed smirk is just about the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. “Weirder.”
“Ouch.” I grab my chest in fake pain. “You really know how to stuff a man’s shot, don’t you?”
“Walker, we both know I’m one shot you’re never going to make.” She pulls into Stan’s driveway and jerks the cart to a stop, looking at me expectantly, as if she wants me out of her golf cart asap.
I can’t help but smile. “That’s really a shame.”
“You’ll recover.”
Will I?
There’s something about Jane’s hard-to-get approval that I’m dying to win over.
Her mouth twists into a sweet smile as she nods toward the back of the cart. “Don’t forget your clubs.”
I chuckle at her not-so-subtle hint that I should leave. “Thanks for the ride, Jane.” I swing the bag over one shoulder, walking backward. “Sorry about your mailbox.”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head as the cart slowly reverses.
I laugh as she drives away, already wondering when I’ll see her again.
Just before myeyes drift off to sleep, a text lights up my room. I should wait and see who it is in the morning, butcuriosity gets the best of me, and I grab my phone, sitting up in bed.
Capri
You ran over Jane’s mailbox!?!
I squint at the words on the screen, trying to make sense of it all. Capri and I never text. I think the last time we talked was right before the PGA Championship last month when she sent me the obligatorygood lucktext, and I responded withthanks.
Deep communication with my family has never been a strong area for me.
Walker
Gossip travels fast around this island.
Capri
It’s not gossip. Jane tells me everything. She also said that she keeps bumping into you.
I smile.
Jane’s been talking about me to Capri?
