Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

is in a high ponytail, and I have my gold aviator sunglasses on. I look like I don't belong here, but the kids follow me anyway as we go into the reception area. A good-looking young man and a beautiful girl are standing behind the counter. They look to be around Willow's age. The young man glances at Willow, and then does a double take. She instantly drops her head and bites her bottom lip.

She’s kind of cute when she gets shy. Shy is a lot more appealing on her than evil.

The beautiful girl smiles warmly. “Hello, can I help you?”

“Yes. We would like to play golf, please?”

Her gaze turns to Willow. “Okay.” She smiles at her, and Willow drops her head… again. Oh, she really is shy.

We need to work on this.

“Can we please hire a golf cart, too?” I ask.

“Sure.” She takes a photocopy of my licence and hands over the keys as I pay.

“There are a few rules that you need to adhere to.”

“Such as?” More damn rules.

The handsome young man interrupts the girl as she speaks. “We ask that you don’t cut in front of other players, stay out of the bunkers, and treat the greens with respect.”

“Of course.” I glance over to see Willow is twisting her hands in front of her. This boy is obviously affecting her. How cute.

“This is our first time, but if we like it we will be coming back to learn properly,” I add.

"Oh." The young girl turns to Willow. "There are lessons for girls on Wednesday afternoons at 5:00 p.m. if you're interested?"

Willow smiles awkwardly.

Oh jeez. She’s never getting a boyfriend at this rate.

“Your golf buggy is the one parked to the right. Take it easy if you’ve never driven one before.”

I take the keys from the boy’s hand. “Thanks, we will keep that in mind.” I grin at the kids. “Let go hit some balls.”

We walk out, get the clubs from the car, and then we put them into the back of the golf buggy. “You sit in the back, Sammy, and I will drive until they can’t see us. After that, you can drive, Will.”

“Okay.” She bounces her shoulders with excitement.

We all get in and I start the cart. I raise my eyebrows to the kids, and Sammy laughs out loud. “Yes. We are driving.”

I pull out onto the path, and we begin to drive under the stretch of large, green trees. We pass a bunch of golfers and I wave, giving a little toot, toot of our horn.

Willow smiles and shakes her head. I think she’s finally getting to like my goofiness a smidge, even if she doesn’t know it yet. “So, where do we go?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” Sammy calls from the back.

“Was there a map in those papers she gave us, Will?”

Willow flicks through the papers.

I glance over at her. “The staff here are quite attractive, don’t you think, Will?”

She smirks and rolls her eyes.

We drive for a bit longer and I see a drink cart. “Oh, we need some roadies,” I say as I pull over.

“Roadies?” Will asks.