Greg’s stomach is a knot of anxiety as he hurries down to course three. Over one shoulder is slung the bag of golf clubs Mr. Johns gave him all those years ago. He doesn’t know if Trey brought his own clubs or not, but he thinks these old beauts should bring a smile to Junior’s face. And get him back in the guy’s good graces, at least.
When he reaches the course, he almost turns around and returns to the lodge. Trey stands with a pack of buff young men who look cut from the pages of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. Firm muscles, tanned flesh, quick smiles and gorgeous eyes…they’re carbon copies, each prettier than the last. What Trey wants with a pale, out of shape, older jerk like Greg is the real question. Why bother wining and dining Greg the night before when Trey had arrived with ha
