Evie | H.S |

39. Tees and Skirts

Just a short update to break up a super long chapter I'd written. Next part will be up in the coming days. Enjoy and let me know how you like it - don't be a ghost reader!! Xx

"Evie, get up!"

The voice that invaded my slumber was low and hoarse. A rummy northern drawl that I would happily be awoken by forever. I felt a gentle shove to my left, my eyes slowly peeled open and fought to adjust to the light. I sat up with the sheet pulled up to my chest.

"What time is it?"

My eyes danced over his body.

"...and why are you dressed like that?"

Harry knelt on the end of the bed wearing a smart looking pair of black slacks and a long sleeved navy polo with some sort of white emblem stitched into the right side of the chest.

"You're dressed like a grandpa" I continued, rubbing at my tired eyes.

Harry chuckled. "I guess it is a grandpa sport" he expressed with a soft shake of the head and a twitching smirk.

My eyes widened at the curse word... 'sport'.

"Harry..." my voice laced with panic, "what are we doing today?"

A mischievous smile emerged across his face, an exaggerated toothy grin drilled dimples into his soft cheeks. "We are going to play golf".

I groaned, wired my eyes shut and flopped back down onto my pillow. "I would rather take a bath with a toaster".

A suddenly shift in temperature alerted that the bedsheet had been ripped from the bed. "Don't be a brat, it'll be fun". Harry stood over me from beside the bed, an amused grin playing at his eyes.

"Do I look like the sporty type?" I swung my legs over the edge of the bed so my feet could hit the cold ground. Harry made move for my arms and dragged me fowards so I was sitting upright.

"Not really, no" a teasing smile played at his full lips, "you smoke like a chimney and drink like a fish".

"We'll we can't all be good at everything like you" I sighed, padding over to my suitcase. "What do I even wear?"

My eyes danced over the explosion of denim and cotton. I felt a presence behind me shortly before a pair of navy-sleeved arms snaked around my waist, fingers intertwining at my stomach. "Yeah we might need to buy you something".

"You think there's some sort of golf boutique in Anna Bay?" I teased, leaning in to the lips that he pressed to my temple. He smelt like freshly spritzed cologne.

"It's a club, they have a shop. Chuck something on, we'll get you sorted" he advised like a shop at a club should have been obvious to me.

"Yippee" I exclaimed sarcastically, pulling off my T-shirt to change.

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I'd never been into golf attire but watching Harry walk ahead of me as we got out of the car was some consolation for the days activities. The tight slacks were doing the absolute most.

Thank you golf Gods.

'Nelson Bay Golf Club' read the side of the building as we approached. I don't know why, but I was expecting the club house to be a little weatherboard shack where old ladies made little finger sandwiches and that was not the case.

This building was huge. The upper level was surrounded by large glass panels for windows that overlooked some of the lushest grass I've ever seen. It wasn't even ten AM but there were bodies and carts scattered over the expanse of the club... mostly retirees by the looks of things.