Where Love Finds You

Chapter 4

Copyright © 2020 Sara R Stewart

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On the way to the pro-shop to pick up a putter, I have my mind on finding a solution to surviving today without being forced to accept another social invitation from one of the charity socialites., I am not paying attention to where I'm going. When I look up, I find Sailor standing just outside the shop's front door. She is frozen with a deer in the headlights look to her and pulling a cart with a set of rented clubs.

I consider the situation and then decide to seize the opportunity I have just stumbled upon. A smile breaks across my face which makes a blush to rise in Sailor's cheeks. I take a big stride and step right up to her, boldly picking her up in a hug and swinging her in a circle long enough to allow me to whisper in her ear.

"I will owe you big if you act like you know me and go into the pro-shop with me right now," I implore. "There is a woman behind me standing with my mother who I cannot stand and does not take no for an answer," I say setting her back on her feet. She is flushed and so adorable I struggle to keep from leaning down and taking her mouth for a kiss. Her lips are so perfect.

"Tahoe," Sailor exclaims loudly naturally falling into the role I have asked her to play.

I reach out and take her hand and we walk into the shop together. When we clear the windows, I let go of her hand and look at her sheepishly.

"Thank you!"

"No problem. I have a similar problem on my hands actually," she says and smiles up at me. "Now why does this woman keep pushing when you are not interested?"

"To be very direct, she has had her sights set on me since high school. In her mind we are the same and once I'm older I'll see it that way too. Why are you here by the way?"

"I'm here for some charity tournament. Filling in for my boss last minute. I have never played golf before and I am playing with a co-worker I regularly try to avoid. Needless to say, I'm not happy to be here."

"I also got roped into the tournament last minute," I say. My wheels start to turn with an idea of how we can help each other out and I can perhaps get her to give me her number this time, but she beats me to it.

"I see...maybe we can help each other out? As I said, I have a similar problem. I just learned that the person I'm golfing with is someone who is very persistent with his interest in me and also doesn't care that I'm not interested. Maybe we can use each other to avoid having to deal with them both today."

"That would be so great, maybe we could pretend we are dating just for the day," I ask holding my hands together as if in prayer.