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remember, silence is golden on the tea. Luke smiled, but Arabella could tell he was serious. Hudson raised his eyebrows ever so slightly, pulled his driver out of his bag and walked ball anti in hand, ready to hit. Both men's tee shots were impressive. Long and straight down the middle of the fairway. They carted it down to the red advanced teas. Emily hit first. It was another decent shot, not the distance of Lucan Hudson, but a solid 150 yards. By this time, Arabella was getting anxious. Gulf wasn't her thing. She'd only taking it up this spring at Emily's urging and hadn't quite gotten the hang of it. Never an athlete, Arabella was the kid everyone had picked last for any sort of sports team. And for good reason. She walked over to the tee box silently cursing Emily and tried to remember everything that Robby Andrews, the head pro at the Media, Kota Falls Golf and Country Club, had taught her in her weekly lessons. Robbie was nicknamed the ST a nod to the prestigious ST Andrews Golf Course in Scotland and Robbie's reputation as an infinitely patient instructor. But even Robbie's tolerant temperament had been tested by Arab Ella's inability to grasp the basics. She took a deep breath, determined to get it right. Feet slightly wider than shoulders left foot slightly turned out the ball just inside her left heel. She gripped the club lightly, her fingers interlaced, the way Robbie had instructed and looked for two V's formed by her thumbs and index fingers. She took another deep breath and a practice swing, followed by one more swing. For good measure. Finally hitting the ball, Arabella watched it go about 50 yards and land in a sand trap shaped like Mickey Mouse ears. I'm sorry, relax, Hudson said. It's best ball, and we're here to support kids. Come first. Don't stress yourself. Emily gave Arabella. Look that said, See, I told you he was a good guy. Hudson's right, Luke said. This is supposed to be fun. Let's go see which ball we're going to use. We can pick up the other balls along the way. The rest of the whole wasn't much better. Even though everyone made a big deal about how Arabella is putting saved them a stroke, she had to admit that all those visits to the many putt When she was growing up, we're coming in handy. Arabella had to admit that arriving at the third hole and seeing the jet ski on display was exciting. A man wearing a Toronto Blue Jays baseball cap and blue and black plaid pants sat in a chair behind the tea box and off to the left side. He nodded but didn't speak. He's from the hole in one insurance company, Emily said, stating the obvious. They told me they were going to send someone. I suppose they're worried someone might try to cheat the thought of someone. Cheating hadn't even occurred to Arabella, which was Justus. Well, she'd had enough sleepless nights over this jet ski business. Once again, she let the others go first. All three managed to clear the pond and land on the green, but no one was anywhere close to getting a hole in one. Arabella breathed a sigh of relief. They might not be eligible to win, but it's still freaked her out to think someone else might. She went through her mental prep, took her swing and watched her ball veer directly into the woods. Hey, you made it over the water, Hudson said, hopping into his cart. For someone just starting out, That's not a bad shot. Arabella caught Emily's look and smiled. He really was a nice guy. Thanks, Hudson. Whether I confined my ball is an entirely different story. Why don't I look for it while you guys put in? I'm sure one of you will be able to get it in the hole. They crossed the pond on a wooden bridge just wide enough for their golf carts parked on the path next to the hole and grab their putters. Luke Hudson and Emily walked to the green and began debating which ball to hit. Arabella trundled over to the woods, feeling stupid and hoping like ****. It wasn't infested with poison ivy. The woods were thicker than she'd expected. She walked in a couple of feet, using her putter to push the branches aside. That's when she started to scream