Everything Is Blue

Chapter 48

It wasn't until around eight when the hound woke, sitting up with a soft groan and stretched. Trying to blink the sleep away that was fogging his brain and making his eyes heavy. A few chirps of a bird twittered from the bedroom's window. He stood on his feet with a shake of his head.

Over his shoulder, Bud watched as Kimbra shuffled a little in the bed, mumbling under her breath as she pulled the blanket tighter around her.

"Get up, we have things to do today." He said, leaning forward and pressing a light kiss against her cheek.

Kimbra let out a quiet huff. Wondering if it would be cruel to whack him over the head with his own pillow. "It's literally Saturday."

"It's eight o'clock, it's not that early."

"It's early for a Saturday." The Samoyed stayed curled up into the bed, blanket pulled tightly around her, only her nose sticking out from under it. "Newsflash, Flud, I sleep in on weekends."

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "So that's a no on coming with me to the country club?"

"Do I look like I play golf?"

"Well... you do have good form."

Kimbra sighed, turned over to face him with her cheek squished into the pillow. "No, I don't want to play golf. Even if I have excellent form."

Bud smiled gently at his girlfriend as her cheek smooshed into the pillow.

"What?"

"You're just really pretty, is all." He gave her a lovesick smile while resting his head back on the door frame.

"You're just saying that, so I won't push you down the stairs."

"Nooo I'm not." He drawled softly with a shake of his head.

"Okay, Bernie boy."

"Fine, you don't have to come, but quit all that callin' me Bernie boy." Bud drawled thickly. He cocked his head, crossing his arms over his chest. "And what? You don't want to spend time with your boyfriend?" He accused, placing a hand against his heart in mock hurt.

"I live with you, we spend time together constantly." She retorted, pulling the blanket back over her head. "Bye Bud, have fun swinging a club around all morning."

Kimbra then buried her face under the mountain of blankets and pillows. Bud rolled his eyes as the Samoyed buried her face away from him, underneath the fortress of coziness around her.

Because Saturdays were for sleeping in, after all.

***

Before long, Bud had pulled up into the parking lot of the country club. Beautifully landscaped and immaculate on the outside. A grand sign with shiny golden letters sat on the front of the lot.

Juniper Golf and Country Club

The hound stepped out of the car, locking it behind him. He meant to grab his golf bag, but stopped. He had expected the place to be lively today. Full of golfers taunting one another. But there wasn't a single soul out on the green. Usually, you'd see several golf carts driving around or a handful of golfers playing. Not today. Today the course looked completely barren.

That couldn't mean anything good.

As Bud stepped through the front doors of the club, his dark eyes scanned the room. Looking for a familiar face. His eyes landed on a small seating area by the large glass windows. Somewhere you could easily overlook the golf course. There, sat Samuel, Ripley, and Andy. When Bud approached, Andy gave him a wide smile. Ripley graced him with a glance, but didn't say anything.