That Wednesday, Heather was finishing her shift at the club; putting up the leftover drinks and food and cashing out her receipts.
"Hey," a familiar voice called to her, instantly sending tingles through her body.
"Hey," she replied as nonchalantly as she could, and continued with closing down her cart.
Henry walked over to the cart, looking extremely handsome in a green polo and khakis. She watched from the corner of her eye as he perched on the edge of the seat, leaning forward and using the putter in his hand for balance.
"Busy shift today?" he asked her, waving to one of the marshalls who was headed toward the clubhouse.
"Not too bad," she answered, locking the glass doors on the mobile pantry. "How about you?"
"Yeah, I had a little bit more than normal, but it's tournament season. Pretty usual for this time of year."
"Mmm hmm. I'm heading back in to turn in my receipts and clock out," she said and walked around to the driver side.
"Mind if I ride with you?"
She laughed. "Of course not. Would be kind of weird if I didn't offer since I'm going right near your car."
Putting it into drive, she pressed on the gas.
"Yeah, so about that...".
She looked over at him, quizzically, and steered the vehicle towards the cart barn beside the clubhouse.
"I'm gonna be driving you home tonight. Kristen tried to find you earlier, since y'all can't have your phones on during the shift, but she must've been on the wrong path. She told me she picked you up and y'all rode here together. I let her off her shift early because Chris' parents offered to take them to dinner for his birthday tonight. I guess they surprised him last minute."
"Oh, okay," she replied as goosebumps broke out all over her body and she continued towards the charging station.
"Hey, Heather!" one of the attendants hollered, waving her over. "Just park it there and leave the keys. I have to wash that one before we plug it in for the night."
"Okay, thanks, Jake!" She pulled to where he had directed and put it in park.
They hopped out of the vehicle, grabbing her bag of receipts and cash box, and walked up the short sidewalk to the kitchen area.
"Yeah, I hope you don't mind," he said, holding the door open for her.
"Thank you, and I don't." She smiled up at him and walked through to the employee section to put her things in the safe and clock out.
"You hungry?" he asked, as they made their way out to the parking lot.
"I could go for a bite."
It was a familiar sight to anyone who knew them since all the employees and members at the club knew the relationship between the families. Walking side by side, his hand at the small of her back as he helped her into the pickup, was nothing out of the ordinary. The underlying tension they felt from the endless possibilities of what could happen between them that evening, however, was anything but ordinary.
He hopped in and slammed the door shut behind him before buckling up and starting the engine. "How does pizza from Gino's sound?"
She smirked at him and rolled her eyes. That had been her favorite Italian place since she was little and he obviously knew that. "I think you know the answer to that."
Suddenly, she felt panicked. "Is that such a good idea, though? What if Gino or one of the family mentions seeing us there tonight without Kristen or my dad?"
He reached his hand down to the skin just below the hem of her shorts. "I already thought about that."
