He smiled. Probably a strategy to keep him off his game. Good strategy. He'd really struck gold this time.
"Getting here first won't help you," he said, as he approached.
Elise gave him a cool look and replied, "I thought you wouldn't show."
"Same here." He smiled and put out his hand. "I don't believe I got to properly introduce myself when we first met. My name is Blaine."
She took his hand and said, "I'm still Elise."

He asked, "Where's Annette?"
"She has to work today…but she'll be here later."
He nodded as if he cared. "So then, what are we waiting for?"
"You to climb in."
He motioned to a blue cooler on the seat. "Where do you want this?"
"Between us," she replied.

Edwards frowned as he pushed the cooler toward her and sat. He asked, "You're not still mad at me for that stupid swing I took last week, are you? I did apologize."
Elise stared at him for a long moment, her blue eyes holding him. Finally she smiled…a genuine smile, not the thin smirky type he'd seen so far. "Actually, I've been thinking of you all week," she said, with a wink that paralyzed him.

Edwards felt his chest swell. He wanted to say something, tell her he'd been thinking of her too, but with things going so well, he decided not to. They motored off to the first hole. He did the gentleman thing, letting her take the first shot. He eased back in the cart and watched her every move as she walked to men's blocks and readied herself over the ball. Her form, among other things, was perfect as she took her practice swings. When she hit the ball, his eyes stayed on her at first, not seeing where the ball landed until it bounced down the middle of the fairway.