“I’m only going to say this one more time, Calhoun. Put that attention somewhere else,” Wells said in a very low, precise tone. “Fast.”
The clean-cut pro wasn’t finished. “What are you worried about? That she might jump ship and come to play for a winning team?” Another infuriating wink in Josephine’s direction. “Offer’s open, Miss Doyle.”
She slid in front of Wells before he could lunge for the other man, his chest coming up against her back. “I’m good right where I am, thank you.” She reached down and subtly rubbed her knuckle against Wells’s fisted hand, letting out a breath when his fingers uncurled. It was an unconscious action that was meant to remain only between the two of them, but Calhoun’s gaze was sharp—and he caught it, a knowing smile spreading across his face.
“Aha,” he drawled. “Guess I might be playing better, too, if she was my caddie.”
“See, now I’m going to fucking kill you,” Wells growled, wrapping an arm around Josephine’s middle, obviously preparing to physically move her out of the way.
Oh dear. This was bad.
She dug in her heels as firmly as possible, but those efforts quickly proved futile. Her feet were leaving the ground. But she couldn’t, under any circumstances, let a fight ensue between Wells and Calhoun or they wouldn’t just be kicked out of the tournament, Wells would be off the tour permanently. The fact that Calhoun goaded his temper wouldn’t mean anything to the officials—all the blame would be on Wells, thanks to his track record.
Josephine twisted around to face Wells, sucking in a breath over the murder spelled out in his eyes. “Hey. Hey, hey, hey.” She struggled to get her feet back on the ground for leverage and finally succeeded, grabbing the sides of his face. “You’re letting him get in your head. That’s exactly what he wanted.”
“He disrespected you, Josephine.”
“That says more about him than it does about us, doesn’t it?”
A muscle popped repeatedly in his cheek. “I can’t let it stand.”
“No, you can’t. So beat him on the golf course.”
Wells continued to pin Calhoun with a death stare over her shoulder. “But I won’t get to hear any of his bones snapping that way.”
Calhoun let out a strangled cough.
An official approached hesitantly from her left. “Is everything all right over here?”
“Yes,” Josephine said, firmly.
“No,” growled Wells.
Josephine gave the official the sweetest smile she could muster, considering she was holding back a bull from charging at a red flag. “We just need a minute.”
“One minute to tee time, folks.”
“We’ll be ready,” she assured the official, before refocusing on Wells. “Listen to me. If that smarmy, self-important jackass is trying to rattle you, we must be doing something right.”
“I can hear you,” Calhoun complained.
“That was the plan,” she called. Then, quietly, to Wells, she said, “Block out the noise. It’s just you and me out here.”
That wasn’t remotely true. In the few minutes they’d been standing there, getting ready to begin their round, a crowd the size of a small army had amassed. Commentators were chirping into microphones, spectators were shouting for Wells. For her. If she listened hard, she could hear the buzz of a drone overhead, no doubt capturing a bird’s-eye view of the course for the television audience. It was total and complete mayhem.
For golf.
“I don’t like backing down from a fight,” he said. “You know that.”
“This one isn’t worthwhile.”
“I strongly disagree.”
Getting nowhere, she had no choice but to play her final card. “Are you forgetting about our wager?” she whispered.
She’d never seen a car hit a brick wall at a hundred miles an hour, but she suspected it looked something like Wells reacting to her reminder. The momentum of his ire came to a screeching halt. “I’ve decided to wait until we’ve played eighteen holes to kill him,” he said briskly.
“That’s all anyone can ask for,” Josephine said on a relieved exhale.
Wells held out a hand for his driver and she laid the club across his palm, smiling to herself as Calhoun snorted and swaggered back to his own camp.
One crisis down.
How many more to go?
*
One. One crisis to go, it turned out.
And it happened on the final hole.