Free Forget Me by K.A. Harrington Page B

out tonight.”
    â€œWe’ll see,” he said, still looking right at me.
    â€œYou’ve underestimated how competitive Morgan is,” Toni warned.
    â€œAnd she’s underestimated how good a putter I am.”
    Reece whistled. “This should be interesting.” He led us through the busted front gate to the first hole. Motioning to Toni, he held his arm out. “Ladies first.”
    Toni mock curtsied and readied herself at the tee. Bricks surrounded each green. Some cigarette butts and gum mottled the turf, but it was mostly playable. This hole was simple—kidney shaped with a boulder centered on the turf as an obstacle. Someone had spray-painted a penis on the rock.
    â€œI like the graffiti,” I said. “It adds to the ambience.”
    â€œClasses the place up,” Evan agreed.
    Toni scowled. “Quiet on the green. I need to concentrate so I can win this hole and ask the first question.” Then she winked at me and completely blew the shot. It ricocheted off the boulder and bounced onto the next green.
    She smiled. “Whoops!”
    That’s my Toni, I thought. Master of subtlety.
    A few more whoopsies later, she finally maxed out at six strokes and gave up. Reece motioned for me to go, being the next lady and all. I crafted a strategy to aim at the bricks to the right of the boulder, hoping the ball would bounce past it and into the hole. I glanced up. Evan was watching me carefully, as if studying my putting strategy would answer whatever question he had in his head.
    I took a deep breath, lined up the putt, and went for it. It hit the bricks where I wanted and missed the hole by an inch. But I tapped it in for an easy two.
    Reece went next and also scored a two. I chewed my lip. If only he’d gotten a three, then I’d be in the clear lead. Evan would probably get a three or a two himself.
    â€œWhat happens in the event of a tie?” Reece asked.
    â€œWe skip a round,” Evan answered, not looking up from his club. “Though that won’t be necessary.”
    With a metallic click, his putter gently hit the ball. I thought it was too soft at first, but then it ricocheted off the bricks right where mine had . . . and rolled into the hole.
    Evan smiled. “I win.”
    I had to admit, that smile was pretty sexy. And infectious. Every time he flashed it, I had to smile back, like my body had an involuntary response.
    â€œSo who are you going to ask?” Reece said, adding under his breath, “Obvious.”
    Evan gripped the handle of his putter with both hands. “Morgan.”
    I stiffened. “Go ahead.”
    He barely even paused. “Had you ever seen me before the night of Reece’s party?”

CHAPTER 11
    I didn’t know what I’d been expecting, but that question wasn’t it. It was interesting, though, and I didn’t know how to respond. I had seen Evan online, yeah, but that didn’t count. He meant in person.
    â€œNo,” I answered. “Why do you ask?”
    He made a tsk-tsk gesture with his finger. “You don’t get to ask a question until you win a hole.”
    I groaned playfully at his rules, but inside my mind was racing. He wouldn’t have asked that unless he thought there was a chance I
had
seen him before. Why would he think that?
    â€œNext hole!” Toni called, racing ahead of us.
    On this one, we had to launch the ball up a metal slide and through a clown’s mouth. Clowns are creepy in general, but this one was even more so, because it was (a) giant, (b) made of paint-chipped plastic, and (c) missing an eyeball. Toni took three tries to get up the clown’s tongue/slide, then two more to get in the hole. I was starting to wonder how much of it was an act to help me win and how much she just sucked at mini golf.
    I lined up at the tee, took a couple of practice swings, then hit. I knew right away it was a good putt—not too much power, just