"Really! I can hardly wait," he said, stepping up to the tee. He took a couple of swings, then paused and said, "I don't recall telling you my last name."
"You didn't. I've done some research."

Edwards nodded curiously. She had probably checked last week's ledger before leaving, or maybe pointed him out to another member, trying to gain some possible advantage. He shrugged off the thought, impressed by her ingenuity and a bit flattered that she'd cared more than he'd thought. Finally, he settled in and took his turn. He whacked the ball high and far, and it landed close to hers. He looked at her and said, "The game has begun."
She stared at him and replied, "Yes, it has."

The day was warming up quickly. By the fifth hole, Elise was winning by two strokes, and Edwards had consumed three iced teas and a pink lemonade from Elise's cooler, under her constant encouragement to watch his electrolytes. Elise drank water.
Elise drove them up to the green. He was going for a birdie on a par three, hoping to narrow the lead and widen his chance for room service. He asked her, "What kind of research did you do?"

Elise paused to look at her watch, then replied, "Blaine Edwards, number six, Fox Trot Lane, Manorville, president and CEO of Beacon Insurance…a major health provider…or at least it's supposed to be for the people who pay your high premiums."
"Where did you…when did you…"

"Drives a new black Lincoln Navigator, plate number JL7-269, belongs to three gyms but goes to none regularly, married three times, no children, and likes golf…. Shall I go on?"
Edwards stared at Elise as she brought the cart to a stop on the dirt path. She nonchalantly got out and pulled a putter from the bag.
He remained seated in the cart and asked, "How do you know so much about me?"