He laughed, but I didn’t find his comment amusing, no matter how true it was.
“Did you call for a reason, or just to give your oldest brother a hard time?”
He cleared his throat. “Sorry, man. Anyway, I talked to Mom and told her I’m in the amateur charity tournament in North Carolina before Memorial Day.”
“Congratulations.” I paused. “Wait, we usually go to the Outer Banks that weekend.”
“Yeah, I know, and the course isn’t far from there. So I was thinking if you all wanted to come to the tournament, I’d get you tickets. If not, I’ll see you at the house on Saturday, but this tournament is three days starting on Wednesday. Mom said you have your primary coming up, so I’ll understand if you can’t make it.”
“Nope. I’ll clear my schedule. Family first, my brother, always. Can you get me two tickets? I’d like to ask Lucy to come.”
“Ah, so you are getting your rocks off. Good for you.” When I didn’t say anything, he continued. “Yes. I’ll have two tickets for you. It’ll be an event pass, so it will be good for every day.”
“Thanks for calling, Dane. Is everything else all right?”
“Yeah, you know. Some political bullshit.” He cleared his throat. “Not your politics; golfing bullshit. I’ll fill you in later.”
“Okay, thanks again. And I’m looking forward to seeing you, little brother.”
“Me too.”
I disconnected the call, eager to get home.
Once I was settled in at home, changed into shorts and a T-shirt with a beer in hand while watching SportsCenter, I decided to text Lucy.
DRAKE: Hey, pretty lady.
LUCY: Hey, gorgeous man.
I was liking this conversation already.
DRAKE: What are you doing?
LUCY: Mace just dropped me off. I was just getting ready for bed.
DRAKE: Sounds nice.
A few minutes went by without a reply, so I sent another text.
DRAKE: Lucy?
LUCY: Sorry. I was putting my PJs on. I’m back now. What are you doing?
DRAKE: Watching SportsCenter.
LUCY: Shouldn’t you be watching C-Span or something?
DRAKE: No. I’m relaxing. I like my sports and I need to check on my team.
LUCY: Did the Nats win tonight?
DRAKE: They’re off tonight.
LUCY: Oh. So, why are you watching it then?
DRAKE: Because the Capitals are in contention for the cup.
LUCY: Oh. Okay.
She had no idea what I was talking about, but I let it go.
DRAKE: I have something to ask you. Can I call?
My phone vibrated in my hand and her name appeared. “Hello, gorgeous.”
“Hey, that’s my line.” She laughed. “But you can borrow it.”
“Thanks. So, when I was on my way home, I talked to Dane.”
“He’s the golfer, right?”
She remembered. “Yes, he wants to be a pro one day. Anyway, every Memorial Day weekend, we head down to our home on the Outer Banks. I only stay through Sunday, because I always visit the memorials in DC on Monday and try to make it to the veterans’ hospital. But my brother happens to be in a tournament that week, and I’d like to know if you’d like to spend a few days with me. We can leave early Friday morning, go watch Dane play that day, and then head over to the house for the weekend.”
“Wow, that’s quite the invitation, but I have work that week. It’s a pretty popular time to take off. I can try and get a sub for Friday, but I can’t guarantee it.”
“See what you can do. I’d love to spend the time with you away from here.”
“Okay. I’ll check this week and let you know. Thank you, and thank you for tonight too. I heard everything you said to Ben. We didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but a small crowd gathered and when I saw you, I couldn’t turn away. You looked as if you were about to punch him, and I didn’t want anyone getting that on camera. I was a little nervous. Mason was ready to come down there, but he wanted to protect me just in case people recognized us.”