Jon had already left, but I'd stuck around to practice a bit more. My swing was improving, but I knew I'd never love the game like my dad had. Maybe if he were still here to play with me, it would have stuck more. When a man's hand landed on my shoulder, I turned, startled, and nearly punched Ash's private investigator in the face. He grabbed my fist with faster reflexes and smirked. "Your reflexes are getting better. That's good." I sighed, my heart still beating too fast as adrenaline coursed through my veins. "What are you doing here?" "I was about to ask you the same thing," he said, sucking on a cigarette as he talked. "I'm playing golf. I would think that was self-explanatory." I walked to the driver's door and was about to open it, when he pushed his hand against it to stop me. "What's going on with you and Jon?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, you two are spending an awful lot of time together and he's not looking at you the way a brother-in-law should be looking at his brother's fiancée." "You almost sound jealous." "Not jealous, just protective.
