He was crazy about her.

A loud sigh drifted toward his ears. She wiggled her ass and shifted on her heeled black sandals. Her toenails were scarlet red, and strings of rhinestones were encased across her foot. The famous toe ring shone brightly and dared him to do something naughty. “Do we really have to do this now? It’s too crowded.”

He pushed her gently to the front of the line. “I need to know your natural swing ability so I can help you develop when we get on the course. It’ll give you great feedback.”

“Sounds like work, not fun. Why are you intent on torturing me with something I hate?”

He grinned at her playfully. “Payback’s a bitch.”

They went into the room. She took in the large screen on the far wall, the row of clubs hung to the side, and the computer set up in front. “Oh, yay. A dark, airless room so I can swing a ball at a fake movie screen. Sign me up.”

He ignored her and picked a beginner’s course from the screen. “What have you told me throughout our sessions? Have an open mind. Trust you. Be willing to stretch boundaries.”

She snorted. “Fine. What does this thing do anyway?”

“When golfers want to analyze and fine-tune their swing, they can get feedback from the computer. It calculates speed, angle, distance, spin, trajectory, et cetera. There are radar and light sensors around the ball and screen.”

“Hmm, more advanced than a Wii, huh?”

“Yes.” He tried a few clubs, picked one, and handed it to her. “We’ll use this. Get a feel for it first and take a practice swing.”

She grasped the club in her hands, lifted it back, and swung through. “There. Can I do it for real now?”

“No. I need to show you the proper stance and hold. Come here.”

She stepped over, and he positioned himself behind her. Dragging her tight against him, he brought his arms around her waist and wrapped his fingers over hers. Her body stiffened. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to show you the correct way to tee off.” He bit back a groan when she did another wiggle. The lush curve of her rear pressed against his dick. Her scent swarmed him, a touch of tangerine and sandalwood that made his mouth water. The silk of her hair brushed his cheek. Nate yanked his mind off his body and ran through mathematical sequences until he was able to refocus. “Hands placed over each other. Index fingers pointing down. Choke up on your grip.”

He adjusted, then drew her arms back behind her head. “This feels awkward,” Kate remarked.

“It should at first. This is about where you want to stop. Now, shift your hips back. Your power is going to come from the hips and legs.” Her denim-clad thighs slid past his and ripped a groan from his lips.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Now you need a complete follow-through. Keep your eyes on the ball and swing.” She did. “You didn’t keep your eye on the ball.”

“Yes, I did!”

“No, you thought you did. That gets beginners all the time. What’s the best thing you’ve ever seen in your life?”

“What?”

He let out an impatient breath. “An image. A photo. What was the most intriguing image you set eyes on, where you felt like you couldn’t look away?”

Her cheeks turned pink. “My cousin showed me a copy of Playgirl. I had never seen a naked man before.”

Nate stabbed a finger toward the floor. “That ball is your first naked man. Got it?”

She giggled. “Don’t you mean balls?”

“Concentrate.”

“Sorry.”

“Now, do it again.” He made her practice a few times until he was satisfied she got her basic grip, stance, and gaze on the ball. “Good. Let’s try it now with the simulator. Move up to the swing pad and get ready.”

“That grassy thing there?”

“Yes. Relax, breathe, and concentrate on the ball.”

She mumbled something under her breath but obeyed. She wriggled her hips, adjusted her grip, and gazed at the ball. He wondered what man she was fantasizing about naked. The idea annoyed the crap out of him, so he pushed the thought aside.

She swung.

The ball hit the screen with good trajectory. She peered at the screen while the ball launched toward the fairway, hooking a bit left, but sailing nicely to land for perfect setup to the green. She frowned. “Is that good? How come it’s so far away from the hole?”

“That’s excellent for a first swing. Okay, you hook left so we need to straighten that out. Speed is a bit low. Trajectory decent. Now you’re going to set up the shot to get onto the green.” He took her through the steps, readjusting her stance and swing, then stepped back.

Gaze glued to the imaginary naked man, she nibbled at her lower lip, then drew back. And swung.

The ball landed on the green a few inches from the hole. “Oh, yay! That’s good, right? Now I just have to push it in the hole.”

“Putt. Huh, you corrected the hook, even though there was a dog leg on this course.”

“Dog what?”

“Dog leg is a hole that’s not straight. I haven’t seen a beginner able to accomplish that. Can you putt?”

She stuck out her chin. “Of course. I like miniature golf. It’s fun to try and get through the windmills and water fountains.”

He rolled his eyes and grabbed a putter from the shelf. “Here, try this one.”

She set herself up and sunk it in one perfect putt. “Yay, did I win?”

“There’s no winning here. It’s a game of how many strokes it takes to get your ball in the hole. Your statistics are impressive. Let’s do the next one.”

They completed the nine-hole course. Nate computed her numbers and watched them increase in quality with every hole. He went to push up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, then remembered he was wearing contacts. Odd. It was almost as if she had a natural swing. Which was impossible, of course. Maybe a bit of beginner’s luck? But the computer didn’t lie.

“Nate? Can we go now?”

“In a minute.” The club face dimensions were a gift most golfers prayed for and never got. Her grip was still awful. But what would she be like when she increased her strength and practiced more? Would she get even better, or worse? He reached for his pencil to do some quick calculations, but the pocket protector was gone.

“Nate, I’m done with golf. I want to go.”

He came out of his fog. “Sure. Listen, any chance you can take off Wednesday morning? Meet me at the golf course? I really want to get you on a real green.”

She narrowed her gaze with suspicion. “How many more sessions do I have to complete before our favor is officially over?”

“Three times on the course. I can drag you out on a weekend morning if that works better.”

“Wednesday’s fine. I can rearrange my schedule.”

“Excellent.”

“Do you have decent golf clothes?” she asked. “We forgot to pick anything up today.”

“Actually, my golf wardrobe is highly rated and all designer.”

She perked up. “Cool. I always wanted to wear this tennis dress that’s been hanging in my closet.”

He followed her out and tried not to groan. Great. Watching her short skirt flip up when she bent over and took a swing would likely kill him. Kennedy was with him to find his soul-mate. Crushing on her wouldn’t help either of them. They shared a similar past and understood one another on a different level. And he wanted to sleep with her.

Bad.

That didn’t mean they’d make a good couple or that she was interested in something more. Yes, he swore a few times she had also sensed the connection and wanted to kiss him back. But it quickly disappeared, and Kennedy wasn’t the type to follow impulse if it affected business. He needed to concentrate on the original plan to find himself a suitable woman. One who wanted to settle down, share his life, and love him as he was—geekiness and all. One who would stay and not be tempted by the next hot guy who came along.

“You okay?” she asked.

He forced a smile. “Yes. Actually, I’m amazing.”

Her laughter soothed his soul as they walked out.

“YOU’RE MOVING OUT?”

Nate winced and kept his head down, taping down the box and clearly marking it in black marker. “I told you yesterday. I managed to get a small rental in Verily, near Kinnections. I think we both need some private space.”

“I don’t mind you bringing women home, man.” Connor paced through the cluttered room. “What do you expect me to do? I can’t afford this rent on my own.”

“No worries, I’ll take care of it. It’s not fair I sprung this on you last minute.”

“I can pay my way.”

The resentment in his brother’s tone made Nate look up. “I know you can. This isn’t about you. I just don’t want my future wife to think I’m a partyer who likes hanging with his brother and getting drunk.”

“Yeah, I did teach you well. Where are your glasses? You’re blind without them.”

“I’m wearing contacts.”

His brother gasped. “You put something in your eye? Holy shit, you’re going hard core on this makeover thing. Does it bother your eyeball?”

Nate tried not to squirm at the thought. Damn older siblings. “No. And don’t talk about it, or I’ll get weirded out. I don’t feel a thing.”

“Fine. Listen, Ned—”

“Nate.”

“Sorry. I’m worried about you. I think you’re focusing too hard on this one-woman thing and it’s gonna blow up in your face. Why don’t you play it cool for a while? Sleep around a bit. I bet you can get some serious play with this new look you got going for you.”

He studied his brother. Usually Connor reflected an easygoing, uncomplicated guy who wanted nothing more than to get laid. But today, underneath the words, something darker loomed. He simply looked unhappy. Nate gentled his voice. “Aren’t you tired of just getting laid? Don’t you want more from your life? More of . . . anything?”