Never Too Far by Abbi Glines Page B

trainingafewtimeswithBethy.Shit.
    Ishookmyheadandwavedheron.Ididn’twantadrinkfromher.Shesmiledbrightlyand
    droveontothenextstop.
    “It’shotouthere.Yousureyoudon’twantsomething?”Meg’svoiceaskedandIglanced
    backtoseeherwalkingupdressedinawhitetennisskirtandpolo.She’dbeenbigintotennis tenyearsagotoo.
    “Wrongcartgirl,”Irepliedandwaitedonhertocatchuptome.
    “Youonlybuyfromone?”
    “Yep.”
    Meglookedthoughtfulthennodded.“Isee.Youhaveathingforacartgirl.”
    ‘Athing’didn’tevenscratchthesurface.Ipulledmygolfbaguponmyshoulderandstarted walkingtothenexthole.Iwasn’tgoingtorespondtothatcomment.
    “Andhe’stouchyaboutit,”Megquipped.Thatannoyedme.
    “Orit’sjustnotyourbusiness.”
    Sheletoutalowwhistle.“Soit’smorethanathing.”
    Istoppedandleveledmygazeonher.Justbecauseshewasmy irstfuckdidn’tmeanwe
    hadanykindofbondorfriendship.Thiswaspissingmeoff.“Letitgo,”Iwarned.
    Megputherhandsonherhipsandherjawfellopen.“Ohmygod…RushFinlayhasfallenin love.Holyshit!IneverthoughtI’dseetheday.”
    “Youhaven’tseenmeintenyears,Meg.Howthehelldoyouknowanythingaboutme?”
    Theannoyedsnarlinmyvoicedidn’tevenmakeherflinch.
    “Listen,Finlay.Justbecauseyouhaven’tseenmeintenyearsdoesn’tmeanIhaven’tseen orheardaboutyou.I’vebeenbackintownseveraltimesbutyouwerealwayspartyingitupat casadeFinlayandscrewingeverymodelperfectbodythatcameyourway.Ididn’tseeapoint inshowingbackupinyourlife.Butyeah,I’veseenyouandliketherestofthistownIknow thatyou’rearich,gorgeousplayerwhocanhavehispickofthelitter.”
    Isoundedshallow.Ididn’tlikethepictureshepaintedofme.DidBlaireseemethatway?
    NotonlycanshenottrustmetochooseherandprotectherbutshemustthinkI’lljustmove onwhensomeoneelsecomesalong.Surelysheknowsthatisn’ttrue.
    “She’samazing.No…she’sperfect.Everythingaboutherisfuckingperfect,”Isaidaloud
    then shifted my gaze back to Meg. “I don’t just love her, she owns me. Completely. I’d do anythingforher.”
    “Butshedoesn’tfeelthesameway?”Megasked.
    “Ihurther.Notthewayyou’rethinkingeither.ThewayIhurtherishardtoexplain.There issomuchpaininwhathappenedthatIdon’tknowifIcanevergetherback.”
    “Issheacartgirl?”
    She was really hung up on the cart girl thing. “Yeah she is,” I paused and wondered if I shouldtellherexactlywhoBlairewas.Sayingitaloudtosomeoneandadmittingthismight helpmemakesenseofit.“SheandNanhavethesamefather.”Ihadn’tmeanttosayitlike that.
    “Shit,”Megmuttered.“Pleasetellmeshe’snothinglikeyourevillittlesister.”
    Nan had very few fans. I didn’t even linch at the accusation that she was evil. She’d broughtthisonherself.“No.She’snothinglikeNan.”
    MegwasquietamomentandIwonderedifthiswasasfarasthisconversationwasgoing
    to go. Then she shifted her feet and pointed back toward the clubhouse. “Why don’t we go havesomelunchandyoucantellmeallaboutthisverystrangesituationandI’llseeifIcan’t comeupwithsomewisdomorattheveryleastfemaleadvice.”
    IneededanyadviceIcouldget.TherewerenofemalesinmylifeIcouldaskforhelp.“Yeah, okay.Soundsgood.YougivemeanyadviceIcanuseandlunchisonme.”
    Blaire

    This was the second day that I had woken up without getting sick. I’d even had Bethy cook bacon to test me out before I came in for the lunch shift. I figured if I could survive the bacon then I could do this. My stomach had rolled and I’d gotten nauseous but I hadn’t thrown up. I was getting better.
    IcalledWoodsandassuredhimIwouldbe ine.Hetoldmetocomeoninbecausethey
    were short staffed and he needed me. Jimmy was standing in the kitchen grinning when I walkedinthirtyminutesbeforethelunchshift.
    “There’smygirl.Gladthatstomachvirushasgone.Youlooklikeyoulosttenpounds.How longwereyousick?”WoodshadtoldJimmyandanyoneelsewhoaskedthatIhadavirusandI was recovering. I’d only worked two shifts on the course and I never ran into kitchen staff whileonthecarts.
    “I probably did lose some weight. I’m sure I’ll gain it back soon enough,” I replied and