She looked over her shoulder. “Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

“Teaching you to play golf?”

“Sure you are,” she said. She wiggled her hips, her ass brushing against his crotch.

“You’re trying to get us in trouble,” Jamar whispered in her ear.

“We’re supposed to play the part of the happy couple, remember?”

“We’re no longer playing a part. Remember?”

“Oh yeah.” She tilted her head to the side. “For some reason it doesn’t feel all that different. What does that say about us?”

“That neither of us are very good actors,” Jamar whispered, skimming his lips along her exposed neck. He pressed a kiss to the spot behind her ear and said, “Now get your mind out of the gutter and pay attention.”

He cocooned her with his body, enclosing his hands over hers and guiding her through the swing. The ball missed the target, but at least it made it onto the green.

“I think you purposely made me miss so that you can rack up a higher score,” she said in an accusatory tone.

Jamar gestured to the screen. He was ahead by three hundred points. “I can finish out the game for both of us and you still wouldn’t catch me,” he pointed out.

One corner of her mouth twisted upward. “Just so we’re clear, this is the last time we play golf.”

“Nah-uh.” He shook his head. “It’s golf from here on out, baby.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she said with a laugh. She jutted her chin toward the table. “Our wings just arrived.”

He followed her back to the table where the table attendant had just set down two orders of hot wings. She’d nixed his order of nachos, rebuffing the notion that she was no longer in charge of his diet now that she wasn’t his trainer.

He’d attempted to order them with the sole purpose of getting her riled up. Now that he was down to the final three weeks before his tryouts, he wasn’t taking any chances. He’d ordered his chicken wings baked and naked, not wanting to put anything into his body that would undermine the work they’d done.

“Are you sure this is enough for dinner?” Taylor asked. “I’m sure there are a couple of low-carb options we can order.” She picked up the menu, but then lowered it so she could look at him. “I’m about to read the menu. And, yes, I will likely say the words out loud. Do you have a problem with that?”

She said it jokingly, but there was an edge to her voice that made Jamar wonder if her warning was really all in good fun.

“Do you have a problem with it?” he asked. He caught the way her jaw tightened. Before she could speak, he asked, “Were you ever tested for a learning disorder?”