Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(55)

“Thank goodness.” Sarah laughed, the heavy weight in her chest easing somewhat. “The thought of you droning on and on and on…” Sarah held his stare, smiling. She felt lighter than she had in a long time. This man did that to her. He filled her with hope, something that had been fleeting in recent years.

“We’ll see if you’re complaining when we get back to the room,” he said.

Instead of answering, she nodded in agreement. Her voice seemed to disappear. She was out of sorts, completely confused about what was going on here. Out of the blue, Dylan had shown up in her life again and was offering to take her on a trip. Just the two of them. She hadn’t been lying when she said she loved to travel. It didn’t matter where. She was all for seeing the sights, learning about new things, experiencing the world outside of Dallas. And to experience that with Dylan…

Whether it was tomorrow or next week, or even next month, she looked forward to this.

Needless to say, Sarah knew she was in over her head this time.





chapter FOURTEEN

Tuesday, January 17

“SINCE WHEN DO YOU PLAY golf?” Dylan asked Chris as he steered the golf cart down the narrow path.

“I don’t, but that’s my goal this year.”

“To play golf?”

“To be good at it,” Chris countered with a smirk.

“From what I can tell,” Dylan joked, “you’re gonna need all damn year for that to happen.”

Chris grinned. “Hence the reason we’re out here in January. Now get your club and come on.”

Dylan groaned, but he climbed out and grabbed a club. He didn’t know the first fucking thing about golf, but he figured what the hell. If Chris could get out here and do this, so could he. Then again, it was hard to tell Chris no. The man didn’t take kindly to the word, and he’d been known to bug the shit out of Dylan until he got his way.

“So, where were you last weekend?” Chris asked as he lined up his shot.

“Out.”

Chris’s gaze darted up to Dylan. “Do elaborate.”

While Chris took his shot, Dylan considered how much he wanted to tell his friend. Christian Biggs had been Dylan’s best friend since high school. Through the years they’d been through every damn thing together. Chris was the one person who’d been by Dylan’s side when Meghan died, helping him with Stacey and Nate as they tried to steer through the first dark, dreary months without her. The man was like a brother to Dylan.

“So, who’d you go out with?” Chris prompted.

“Sarah.”

Chris frowned, as though racking his brain to put a face with the name.

“Sarah Davis,” Dylan clarified.

Chris stopped and turned toward him. “Yeah?”

Dylan nodded, then dropped his golf ball and took a swing. He wasn’t sure what he was aiming for and didn’t really care, either.

“So, she’s talking to you after…”

Chris was the only person who knew about what happened between Dylan and Sarah. Since Chris knew Sarah from high school, Dylan had been reluctant to talk about her, but he’d needed someone. As much as he wanted to share the details with Ashleigh, he knew that wasn’t possible. His sister would judge him, even if she didn’t want to. She couldn’t help herself and it was obvious she only wanted what was best for Dylan.

“And … how’d the weekend go?”

“Better than expected.”

They headed back to the golf cart; this time Chris got behind the wheel.

“Where’d y’all go?”

“Devotion.” Dylan watched Chris’s face as he processed that information.

“Seriously?”

Dylan chuckled. “It wasn’t like that. It was a fluke that we ended up there at the same time. I only went because Alex suggested it. She had a date. The douche thought surprising her with a trip to a sex club would get him lucky.”

Chris choked. “He surprised her? What the fuck?”

“It didn’t turn out well for him if that’s any consolation.”

“So, you were her knight in shining armor?”

“I only stepped in when I saw the prick manhandling her.” That was mostly the truth. Dylan had intended to interfere no matter what, but he didn’t mention that part.

“So … y’all were at a sex club. Did you get busy?”

“No.”

“She’s not into that shit, huh?” Chris stopped the cart near the ninth hole. His ball had made it to the green. Dylan had no fucking clue where his own had gone.

“She said she’d be interested in going back.”

Chris’s gaze slammed into Dylan’s face. He knew what his friend was thinking. Since Dylan was thinking it, too, he didn’t have to say anything.

“Well.” Chris sighed, reaching for his club. “This is an interesting turn of events. But I can’t say that I’m not happy for you.”

Dylan glanced down at the ground. He wasn’t getting his hopes up where Sarah was concerned. He wanted to spend more time with her, but he wasn’t sure where this thing with them was headed.

“One day at a time,” Chris stated, his tone low.

“That’s how I’m taking it.”