Two weeks had passed since the Tahoe Invitational, and Wes had been gone nearly the entire time. His scores came in strong at the next tournament, so Wes arrived home for a couple of days, then left for the following tournament as well. He missed Kaylee like crazy, but she was being great about the travel and supporting his dream.

Wes pulled into his driveway and Kaylee came running out of the cabin and into his arms. “Hi,” she said casually.

“Hi?” He grabbed her ass and carried her into the house, shutting the door with his foot. “I’ve been gone for five days and all I get is a hi?” He dropped his bag by the door and carried her over to the bed, bringing them down on top of the mattress. “I missed you.” He breathed in her scent and ran his hands down her body.

“I missed you too, but I didn’t want you to feel bad about being gone. Wanted you to have this.”

“Don’t ever hold back from telling me how much you miss me. Matter of fact, you can show me.” He grabbed her breast, and she winced. “Did I hurt you?”

Her cute nose wrinkled. “I’m fine. My boobs are just ridiculously sore this month. Stupid PMS.”

He dipped his head and barely touched her breast in a light kiss. “Better?”

She ran her hand up and down his erection. “Only my boobs are sore. No need to go all gentle with the rest of me.” She squeezed his ass.

He leaned back in mock horror. “I’m shocked. I thought you were a delicate flower.”

She laughed, and he started pulling off her pants and nibbling down her belly. “I missed these panties.” He tugged them off with his teeth. “And these sexy legs.” He licked her thigh up to the crease, and she ran her hand in his hair, clenching it.

“Hurry up, Wes. Do you know how long it’s been?”

He whipped off his shirt. “Five days, six hours, and forty-two minutes.”

She leaned up on her elbows as he shucked off his pants. “Really?”

He lifted one shoulder and lay beside her, his gaze focused on her breasts—which apparently were off-limits. “I was bored on the plane and decided to calculate how long it had been since I’d seen you. Now, where were we? Oh yes, I’m not allowed to put my mouth on your breasts. I guess I’ll have to settle for licking other areas.” He quirked his eyebrow and her chest rose.

“With your magic tongue?”

“My magic tongue is very”—he kissed her nose, then her lips—“very restless.”

And that was how they spent the night. Making up for lost time. In bed. Eating. Laughing. And finally falling asleep.

At ten the next morning, Wes yawned and looked over at Kaylee. She was lying very still, but she wasn’t asleep. She also wasn’t smiling or rolling into him like she normally did when she first woke. “You okay?”

“I don’t feel well. I think my body is trying to fight off something.”

He sat up, but kept the covers tucked around her. “Do you want me to call Emily? Tell her you’re not going in tomorrow?”

She shook her head and clutched her stomach. “No. I think it’ll pass, but I might stay in your bed for the day, if that’s all right?”

He kissed her forehead. “Stay as long as you like. I’ve got to run into work and make sure the course is okay. I’ll be back in a few hours. Do you want me to get you anything?”

She mumbled, “No,” and burrowed deeper under the covers.

Wes showered and dressed. He made toast and coffee for the both of them. When he looked over at Kaylee, she was still buried under the covers. “You should eat something.”

She moaned.

He moved to the bed and sat on the edge, resting his hand on her leg. “Kaylee, are you really okay?”

She peeked out from beneath the covers and gave him a weak smile. “I’m feeling a little better.” She sat up and reached for the T-shirt he’d discarded the night before.

She eased out of bed and padded over to the table where he’d left the toast. Climbing onto the barstool, she tucked his shirt beneath her bottom, then took a bite of the buttered toast. “This is good. I think I just needed food.”

Kaylee was adorable with her hair ruffled and wearing his shirt. He’d never get tired of this sight. “I’ll bring you whatever you want. Just give me a call if anything sounds good. You know Bran will hook you up from one of the restaurants.”

She grinned and waved. “Don’t worry about me. Good luck getting caught up with work. Do they know you’re leaving again tomorrow?”

He shook his head. “I planned to tell them once I got there.”

“How will you do it? Run the golf course and be on the pro tour.”

He grabbed his keys and ran a hand down his face. It had all happened so fast. First he was planning the Tahoe Invitational, expecting to play in it and nothing more, and then he was on the pro tour. “I never thought I’d have to. But it’s the opportunity of a lifetime. I can’t give it up, you know?”

She swallowed, and for a split second, he saw doubt on her face. And then she smiled. “You shouldn’t.” She picked up another piece of toast but didn’t bite into it, just held it in her hand and studied it as if it were the most interesting thing she’d seen in days.

Wes walked over and kissed the back of her head. “I’ll be back soon.”

But once he was outside, he started having second thoughts. He couldn’t fuck things up with Kaylee. So far, she’d been great about everything. And no man in his right mind would pass up the opportunity to play on the pro tour. It had to be good enough for now.

Wes climbed in his Range Rover and headed for the club.

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Levi and Bran had met Wes in the Club Tahoe steakhouse for lunch. “Kaylee’s not feeling well,” Wes said.

Levi frowned. “What do you mean she’s not feeling well? Did you do something?”

“Course not.” Wes took a bite of garlic bread. “She’s got an upset stomach or something.” He chewed the bread, his brow furrowing. “Should I be worried? Make her see a doctor?”

Levi looked to Bran, and Bran shrugged. “You’re asking us?”

Good point. What did his brothers know?

Wes didn’t feel right about leaving Kaylee at the house when she wasn’t feeling well. But he’d been gone for two weeks and was about to leave for another week. His brothers would have killed him if he didn’t check in today. He’d been running things remotely, and it was a load on everyone to put up with his absence.

“Wes,” Levi said, “you’re going to have to make a decision soon. Take this tour thing seriously, or commit to the club. You can’t do both. But just so you know, if you screw things up with Kaylee and in any way cause her to leave us, Emily will bring down the wrath of hell on you.”

Wes leaned back. “Damn. You had to go there, didn’t you?”

Levi grinned. “I know how frightened you are of my girlfriend.”

Wes nodded sagely. “I don’t like to make the velvet hammer angry.”

Bran chuckled.

“Exactly,” Levi said. “And Emily loves Kaylee. The club also needs Kaylee for Club Kids. So don’t fuck it up.”

“Already telling myself that, brother.”