Chapter 4: Saturday
On the boardwalk, Reggie did his best to match Carlos’s stride. His caddie had convinced him to go running. The crisp morning breeze stung his cheeks and caressed his hair, while the hard but sexy voice of Alanis Morissette screamed in his ears through his iPod.
The weather forecast predicted a light wind for the third day of the tournament, and a moderate one for the last day. That day they had a late start. He would be playing with Sergio Correja, a Spanish player he admired a lot but who was no Russell Lee.
Apart from their newly formed friendship, golfing with Russell was a dream of his, but this aspiration was becoming more difficult to entertain, due to their positions in the tournament after every round. He only had one chance left.
Suddenly Carlos stopped at
