Chapter 22

Scarlett’s POV

“Gage, I can’t possibly trek that far! I can’t even see the ball from here without squinting.” I complain. He looks around for any free caddy that I can stow in, but there’s none.

“You seriously want to miss this opportunity to get a hole? If you do, that’ll be a moment be a moment in time when you were actually better than a lot of world tournament competitors.” He urges me.

“That sounds delightful.” I’m being sarcastic.

“Really?”

“Gage, look at the sun. Oh? Let me guess; you can’t. It’ll blind you. There’s no way I’m trekking down this course, attempting a hole-in-one, failing and trekking back. I’ll die.”

He observes me for a few seconds in contemplation before dropping his club.

‘Thank you for listening!’

“Hop on.” He squats.

Huh?

“What are you trying to…”

“I can’t let you screw up this opportunity to be this good. Hop on my back.” He repeats himself. The thought of riding on Gage’s back turn