My thanks to my two beta reader friends for pulling this apart and making it better, you are the best, thank you. To you, the reader. I did my best with an idea that seemed to take on a life of its own. Please enjoy your read.
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I had kissed, okay, maybe even groped a little with my wife a few hours ago. Now I'm sitting in a chair in my hotel room of all places, watching her on the television. Even now that thought amused me, I was looking at someone who a year ago was Roberta Radcliffe, Bobbie to her family and a few friends, but you had to earn the right to call her Bobbie.
My wife is a pro-golfer, and me, I work for the ATF, Special Agent Logan Hesler. Even now, sometimes we would sit together, holding hands and watching sunsets and just being so damn comfortable about it. Both of us had realized, that in a normal world, neither of us would ever meet, let alone be married, two different worlds after all. It took this very competition last year to bring us together, in a most unusual way.
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It was all down to that the final Putt, which clinched it all. Her nemesis, Josie Fuller had been hard on her heals all the way around the course; the bitch had been riding her ass all afternoon. The television crews around the course kept both of them in their sights, the commentators adding their own opinions on the outcome while stoking the tension already at the tournament and sharing it with the watching viewers. The whole day hinged on one of these two winning.
But today was going to be her day, she'd felt like this from the moment she got up this morning. To Roberta (Bobbie) Radcliffe, their was no feeling like watching her ball slowly inch towards the eighteenth hole and then seemingly teeter on the very edge, Bobbie let out a small growl, almost daring that fucking ball to stop like that.
Even members of the crowd that almost surrounded the eighteenth hole were yelling. 'Get in the hole' before it gave one last reluctant pause and then dropped into the hole. The crowd roared and applauded,
Josie came up and shook her hand. "That's the way to go out with a bang girl."
The competitiveness within her that had steadily built up over all eighteen holes, had suddenly dissipated and she accepted Josie's handshake. The tears in her eyes were genuine. Of all the trophies; this was the one she looked on as her crowning achievement so far. It wasn't all downhill from now on, it was more about getting even better so she could win it again next year.
The rest of the afternoon and early evening were interviews, as well as thanking her caddy and paying him off. She always had a habit of only hiring local caddies, they worked these courses, knew the lay of the land, even down to the minute details, like which way the grass bends as the sun drops over certain parts of the course. That's a goldmine of information in these people's heads.
Bobbie had visited this very course six weeks before the tournament, although to her, she didn't have much luck, finishing on three under. Not a good score and it didn't reflect on her caddy that day; she felt like she had tried too hard. She was polite and thanked her caddy, paid him and to show that she knew it wasn't his fault she had such an abysmal round, the tip made his eyes widen.
She stopped off at the golf shop, talked for a while with the club Pro about her woeful round and the dread it would stay with her come tournament day. That's when the club Pro pointed her towards Terry Hanrahan. The Pro called him in and Bobbie and Terry sat down and had a chat over a coffee. He was older than most of the caddies on this course, and his fee was steep but it reflected his experience. She felt a vibe about him, she just knew he was going to be it.
It was the Pro's suggestion that she stay until the next day since the weather forecast had predicted good weather and do a slow and casual nine holes. They would both know then if there was going to be a working relationship between them. It only took four holes to establish even that.
Come the day of the tournament she and Terry seemed to just pick up where they left off six weeks ago. It was Terry's opinion on the seventh hole that turned her from being one behind Josie to one in front, when she holed that sucker in one. She looked at him with doubt when he handed her an Iron, but it was the total conviction in his voice when he said. "I've seen it done, on this very hole and in weather conditions just like these. Trust me, it's doable."
He even reminded her that even if she did this hole in two, she would even the score with Josie, and with her spirits lifted, she could pull ahead through the rest of the course. That swayed her.
So she did, and his bonus from her as a thank you for getting them both to here, today, was going to pay for a holiday for him and his family, as well as a promise from her that she wanted him for next year. With a grin on her lips she acknowledged that her caddie had known what to be aware of, since nothing but mischief followed. He was also under threat of a long slow and painful death if he signed up with Josie next year instead.
The party that evening was fun; the husbands, boyfriends and a few girlfriends came out from behind the shadows caused by their respective partners and enjoyed the evening with said partners. Bobbie spent an awful lot of time in hugs and shaking people's hands, as well as joining in with the banter of the evening, and so, with the appropriate amount of time spent at the party to make it not look rude, she left, alone.
Some alone time was needed for Roberta Radcliffe; she had placed her personal life on hold, she had to, for the duration of this event at least. Bobbie had heard the whispers, even before departing from home to play in this event. The much needed conversation with a few select friends that evening dimmed her enjoyment; this was supposed to be her evening. Bobbie had worked damn hard, not only to get to this point in her career, but to grasp that trophy in her own hands. By right of the fact that she damn well earned it.
At the last moment, her boyfriend had begged off coming down to keep her company, not only for the week, he said he couldn't even make it for the final day. Now, thanks to a heads-up from her cousin, she knew why. The rumor mill surrounding her friends back home said that his old girlfriend was once again back in town and wanted to re-kindle their relationship and he was going to stay behind and talk to her about it.
That same cousin mentioned that on the ten trips passed his place over the last two days, the same two cars hadn't moved from the same positions, out front of his house.
This was supposed to be one of the happiest times of her young life, yet she felt like a failure. Watching the husbands and partners with their wives that night, simply reinforced her feelings.
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The next morning was clean-up day. The competitors were heading home or off to the next tournament, the organizers were taking down advertisement boards, Bobbie had booked to stay an extra day anyway. She planned to go home when the chaos and mass exodus of the tournament had died down. Even though her hotel was ten miles away from the event, a few of her fellow competitors, as well as spectators, were booked into this hotel, so the whole place still buzzed from the tournament.
Her alarm, as always, went off at seven. Now with running gear on, she plugged her music in and headed towards the woods at the back of the hotel. When she zoned out at times like this, it gave her time to think. Many of her best decisions were done in wooded areas and country paths like these. As her thoughts darkened over the decisions she had to make concerning her soon to be ex-boyfriend, mile after mile ticked by.
Paths didn't look familiar anymore, her mind was still divided, anger at this situation compounded the frustration that she was being betrayed by someone she actually loved pored more energy into her run. Her one lingering thought at the moment was her boyfriend, the one she now knew had been cheating on her while she was at this very tournament. It's easy to do when you know exactly where your partner is, at any given time. Just switch on the television and there she is, taking a driver to her ball on the tenth hole.
A surge of anger at his betrayal made her face go red, it also caused Bobbie to increase her pace, more adrenalin aided her efforts, but her thoughts were now divided and she realized all too late that her guard was now down. Nothing seemed familiar with this route, the morning sun wasn't coming up at an angle it would normally be in at this time in her run. The culmination of so many things suddenly made her stop, as well as open her mouth and screamed her frustration away.
