9
ASHLEY
“I’m starting to think we need more practice.” Harper groaned as she rolled her neck. Sweat dripped down her temple and she wiped it away as she glared over at Sophia and Allie. “Those bitches killed us.” She tossed her golf shoes into the back of the cart and changed into her tennis shoes.
I shook my head. “Not by much. Just a couple of strokes.” It’d started to get hot once the afternoon sun beat down on us. Luckily, the clouds came to our rescue for the last couple of holes.
We’d just gotten through playing a round of eighteen, and the rust that had built up during the offseason showed in my swing. My drives were spot on, but I had to rely heavily on Harper’s short game. I was lucky I had her as my teammate. Olivia played solo since she was really good, while Sophia and All
