Leon's Pov:
I hadn't picked up a golf club in months.
But that morning, I found myself standing outside with Caroline, a club in my hand, watching her line up her shot like she had been doing it every day of her life.
"You're holding it too tight," she said without looking at me.
I frowned. "I'm not."
"You are," she replied calmly, then swung.
The ball flew clean across the grass, landing farther than I expected.
I watched it, then looked back at her.
"You've been practicing."
She shrugged. "You'd be surprised what I've been doing these past few years."
I didn't respond immediately. I adjusted my grip slightly, even though I didn't want to admit she was right.
She noticed.
"See?" she smirked. "Already improving."
I rolled my eyes, but there was no real irritation behind it.
For a second, I forgot everything I didn't trust about her. The tension, the history, the way she showed up out of nowhere like she had a reason she wasn't ready to share.
