“You’re as bad as your mom with those shakes.” He wraps his arm around my shoulders and turns to the two men behind him. “You know Billy and Dayton.”

“I do. Hi, Mr. Chambers.” I lean up on my tiptoes to kiss Billy’s cheek, then do the same with Dayton, but his hand wraps around my side and makes contact with my skin that’s exposed from where my sweatshirt has ridden up, causing my breath to catch.

“You feel sick?” he whispers against my ear as my lips brush the edge of his jaw.

“I’m fine,” I whisper back before lowering onto my feet. Ignoring the concern I see etched into the skin around his eyes, I turn to my dad. “Are we about ready to go?”

The sooner I can get him and myself away from Dayton, the better I’ll feel.

“Are you anxious to go play?”

“No, I just want to get this over with.” There is no sense in lying. My dad knows I hate golf and that I would rather get a root canal than spend the day on the green. The only thing that ever makes the activity tolerable is drinking, and that isn’t an option for me right now in my current state, so today is going to suck for more than one reason.

“It will be fun.” He looks at Billy and Dayton. “Francisca claims to hate golf, but she played all through high school and came in at number two in the state her senior year.”

“I only played in high school so that I didn’t have to take PE, and I came in at number two because the day of the tournament, everyone had the flu,” I clarify, and they all laugh.

“Can I have everyone’s attention?” a woman in a black mini dress and ballet flats shouts, and the conversation in the room quiets as everyone turns to focus on her.

“Thank you all for coming today. As you know, this tournament was set up to help raise funds for the local chapter of the Make-A-Wish Foundation, so we appreciate you being here this morning. After the game, lunch will be held here in the restaurant, and you will all have a chance to bid during the auction as you eat.” Her smile gets brighter. “We’ve had some amazing donations this year, including a wine subscription, signed memorabilia from our local hockey team, and a vacation for two.” She scans the room. “Have fun this morning, and make sure you take your drink tickets on the way out the door.”

“I guess we can head out if you guys are ready,” Dad says, looking between Dayton and Billy. My stomach churns, either from the news that I’m going to be stuck with my dad and Dayton together all day or from this baby, who has decided that they want to make sure I haven’t forgotten their existence.