Chapter 3
Tournament Day 2
Rio left the practice driving range, then took easy half-swings with his club to keep his shoulders loose.
“¿Qué hora es?” he asked Jorge, his caddie.
“Relax. There’s plenty of time for him to get here.”
Greg hadn’t been in the dressing room when they’d left it, but Jorge was right, it was still early for their eight o’clock tee-off. Rio didn’t want to compete against anyone else. The others were six and eight strokes behind them, and he, like most athletes, accepted as fact that you played your best game when you competed against the best players. In addition to that, it was this one man he most wanted to beat. He smiled. He had a long-standing score to settle.
His chest tightened when he saw Greg and his caddie at last making their way through the crowd.
