On being in public.

But it wasn’t easy when her libido had woken up, and her heartrate had decided today was the day to practise sprints.

“You see what I mean?” Abby dropped the club slowly, rotating through the swing and over Jordan’s shoulder.

Then her expectant face was peering around and into Jordan’s.

Could Abby hear how loud her heart was beating? Jordan hoped not.

Abby let Jordan go and stepped back.

Jordan cleared her throat, shaking her body, ignoring her fluster.

Because the fact was, it had made a difference.

She now saw how to hold the club, and also how far she had to swing.

“Focus on the ball, and put your all into it. Try again.”

Abby stepped right back, as Jordan wiggled her hips in exaggerated fashion.

Abby let out another healthy chuckle. “You’re certainly looking the part. Now it’s a short step until you actually hit a ball.”

“Stands to reason, right?” Jordan raised her club, holding it correctly. But she only succeeded in smashing it into the fake grass underneath her. The vibrations as she connected with the ground zapped up her arm. She grimaced, taking a step back.

“Try again,” Abby told her. “I hit the ground constantly when I started.”

“I don’t believe that.” Jordan took a deep breath, focused, swung and hit the ball, but also the tee. The heavy thud shook her ears, and she watched as her ball trickled off the tee and onto the range. She’d hit it, barely.

Behind her, Abby burst into a round of applause. “First hit ball! It’s only up from here.”

Jordan turned and raised an eyebrow. She knew sympathy clapping when she heard it.

An hour later, all the balls had been hit. Jordan was at the bar, getting drinks. She’d insisted as a thank you for Abby’s patience. The truth was, Abby had enjoyed it. She was good at golf, particularly the driving part, and she thought more women should do it as a form of exercise and a way of letting off steam. Jordan hadn’t been proficient at first, but halfway through, after she got her first decent connection and sent a ball airborne, her manner had changed. Then, she’d been eager to hit more balls, and sad when it ended.

Abby had invited Marcus because she thought she had to. She’d never brought Delta, who was golf-averse. Her mum had come once, and loved it, but hadn’t had time to return with her crazy work schedule. When Jordan had asked Abby to take her to a place that described who she was, the driving range was what first sprang to mind. It wasn’t her job, which was something she did for money. It wasn’t her home, which she hadn’t taken the time to furnish as she should.