Chapter Ten
As soon as she opened her eyes, Tamsin brought her hands to her head. That Portuguese wine she’d indulged in the night before might have been delicious, but it was leaving some very painful reminders this morning. Her thoughts wandered to Diane. How was she feeling this morning? She’d soon find out at breakfast.
Spring was well on its way and rays of morning sun slanted in through the gap in the curtains. Tamsin forced herself out of bed and glanced outside the window. Her room overlooked the golf course and, at the sight of it, her heart filled with joy, erasing part of her hangover instantly.
What she’d told Diane last night about loving her job hadn’t been an exaggeration. Tamsin had always wanted to be a teacher, but she’d never dreamed she could become a golf pro. Yet,
