“I am?”
“Yeah. I’m thinking of calling Apple. Their stocks fell last quarter. I’m going to pull them out of their dark tunnel and show them the light.”
“I’m going to spank your ass when I get back,” he grumbles, giving me a quick kiss and then walking to the door with Cammie following him like an obedient little dog.
“I’ll look forward to it, Lucas.”
“I’ll hold you to that, Cooper,” Gray says over Cammie’s exaggerated huff of breath.
“Go knock ‘em dead and leave me to my financial planning,” I tell him. He winks and then closes the door as they leave. I just stand there watching the door with a sappy look on my face. Then, I do something every teenager does when the boy they like picks them for the prom—or what I imagined they did, because I was never that girl: I run to the bed and jump on it, squealing.
“What are you doing?” I ask Cammie once the press conference is over. It went really well, I suppose. I’m always kind of lost at these things. Since CC, honestly, I’m getting kind of bored with it all. Golf isn’t even fun anymore; it’s a means to an end. When did that start? Once I get this tournament behind me, I think I may take a year off. Hell, maybe I’ll buy that farm across from Blue. Would CC like to live on a farm? Would she be willing to let go of her garage? I could live in Kentucky. I wouldn’t hate it, though it wouldn’t be my first choice. Still, if I get CC in exchange, I could live there happily. Decisions… I need to make some decisions.
“Texting father some information he needs to know. He asks that we meet him in the south banquet room for lunch with the stockholders.”
“I need to get back to CC, then I will. She’s probably hungry, too…”
“Father was called away on business, Gray. Surely you can go make an appearance and then go find CC, right? So they aren’t left alone?”
I frown, wondering if Cammie is up to something, but since she’ll be glued to my side, I figure it’s safe.
“Fine,” I tell her, and I know I sound like a sulking child, but the last thing I want to do is spend more time with Cammie Riverton. I really want to get back to CC. My phone rings and I look down at the number and grin. “I need to take this. It’s my manager,” I tell Cammie, already answering the phone.
“Fine, I’ll meet you over by the door,” she says, but I’m already turning away from her to grab the phone.
“Manager? Fuck that shit,” White says. “I ain’t wiping your ass, doesn’t matter how much the job pays.”
“Always great to hear from you, brother, and the day you have to wipe my ass better be the day they put me in the ground.”
“Same goes. How the hell are you?”
“Great, fucking great.”
“Still pussy-whipped over that sexy piece from Kentucky?”
“Sewn up, signed, sealed, and delivered,” I tell him with a grin.
“It’s nauseating how quickly you’ve fallen. Shit, you’ll be like Green before you know it,” he says. The reminder of my brother and his situation cuts like always.
“That won’t happen. We all know what a piece of work he married. CC is nothing like Marissa.”
“Sure as fuck hope not. You know that bitch had the nerve to ask him for money last week?”
“You’re kidding? He pays a mint in child support. Hell, with what he pays her, I could retire on a beach in Greece living the good life.”
“My words exactly. Well, except the Greece thing. You really need to visit the islands more, little bro.”
“Whatever. Want to tell me why you’re calling?”
“A friendly warning.”
“Warning?”
“Yep. Mom, Petal, and Maggie have all been talking to CC pretty regular.”
“I know. CC really likes them,” I tell him with a grin. In my book, that’s just another sign she’s nothing like Marissa. Marissa couldn’t stand anything about our family or, fuck, anything in Green’s life, really.
“Yeah, well, they’re coming to Georgia to watch your next tournament.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“I thought that would cheer you up.”
“You sound awful fucking cheerful about it.”
“I’ve got to say, I’m enjoying the idea of you dealing with that crew on your own. Plus, hah, I have the place to myself for the next week.”
“You still mending up okay?” I ask because he fucked his shoulder up bad.
“Yeah, I’m good. Hopefully I’ll get the ‘all clear’ in a week or so.”
I look over and see Cammie looking at me like she’s having a stroke, pointing to her watch. “Listen, bro, I better get going. I have another damn meeting to go to.”
“You’re starting to sound more corporate than easygoing pro. It’s fucking sad, really.”
“Later, White.”
“Later, G. Good luck in Georgia.”