*Caleb*
I stand on the first tee, a golf club in my hand that feels heavier than my hockey stick and infinitely more intimidating. The sun is shining, and I can already feel sweat beginning to bead on my forehead. I take a deep breath, trying to channel all that confidence I’ve built up on the ice as I look around at the other guys.
Governor Charles Harrington stands next to me, dressed in a crisp polo that looks like it was tailored for a magazine cover. His golf glove is pristine, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s ever even broken a sweat outside of a press conference. He gives me a nod, and I can tell he’s sizing me up, probably trying to determine if I’m worthy of his daughter.
To my right is Charlie, who’s practically bouncing on his heels in excitement. He’s wearing a cap that’
