“Sixteen grand.”
Mac whistled. “Too rich for my blood. I have too much money invested in the distillery.”
“Come over whenever you want and use it.” The simulator gave me an angle approach suggestion. I took another swing. “You’re a better player than me anyway.”
Mac pulled out a club. “How many courses on this?”
“Twenty. It’s got Augusta, Pine Valley, Royal Dornach, all the biggies.”
“This is Augusta you’ve got on here, right?”
“Yep.” I moved out of the way to let him have a turn.
“When did you get this thing installed?” Mac took a swing.
“This morning. They’re booked out like eight weeks for install but I paid double the installation fee for today because I didn’t want to wait that long.”
“Asshole,” he said. He waited for his stats.
That made me laugh. “They offered me the option. I took it. It’s not like I tried to bribe the guy to come in on his day off.” But now he had made me feel shitty about it. “Thanks for ruining it for me, though, I appreciate it. Now I have to spend all day feeling like a dick who ripped Doug from Pro Golf away from his family.”
“Oh, relax. I was just giving you shit. We ordering pizza to watch the game? I brought some bourbon.”
“Sounds perfect.”
I checked my phone again.
Nothing.
Mac and I had just started watching the football game at one when I finally got a text back from Sera.
I wish. But I can’t. I already have no idea how I’m going to explain that my broke ass is going to Mexico alone. I can’t explain nights out too.
Not what I wanted to hear. “You ever dated someone with kids?” I asked Mac.
Mac used the remote to pause the game. “No. Oh, wait, I take that back. I went on two dates with a woman who had a three-year-old but we had zero chemistry. Nice lady, but we both felt it, which is to say we felt nothing. Why, you interested in someone with kids?”
“Maybe.”
“It seems like a lot of work, to be totally honest. Working around the kids and all that. I’m not sure it would be worth it.”
I was one-hundred-percent certain Sera was worth it. Besides, I actually liked her kids. I scoffed at Mac. “As if you like your relationships easy. You did date Mary Frances, you know.”
“I am never going to live that down as long as I live. You know she’s been texting me, trying to get back together.”
“You have got to be kidding me. Why?”
“Wouldn’t you want to get back together with me if I dumped you?” he asked with a grin.
That made me laugh. “But she cheated on you and then kicked you out of the house.”
“Thanks for the reminder, dick. But yes, she wants to get back together.” Mac took another piece of pizza out of the box we’d set on the coffee table. “Keep in mind she’s never actually apologized.”
“Why don’t you block her number?”
“Because I’m getting a sick satisfaction out of reading all of her various and twisted arguments why she’s the best thing for me.”
“That’s messed up, Mac. Seriously.”
“I never said I had my life together. Hey, if you’re not busy later, come hang out with me and Shane.”
“Shane Hart?” I’d met him twice through Mac. He was a music producer in Nashville and the brother of the country music star, Jolene Hart.
“Yes. We’re going downtown to listen to my band he’s producing.”
“Count me in.” I wasn’t one for hanging out in clubs or bars generally, but I did like to listen to live music, especially country music.
Mac started the game again.
I texted Sera back one-handed, a bourbon in my other.
I can sneak in your bedroom window.
She sent back five laugh cry emojis. NO.