Chapter 12
May brought mini-camp and maxi uncertainty. After a moment of desert bliss, Quinn wondered if that was all he and Tam were meant to share. He played in Tam’s pro-am, which was fine professionally but frustrating romantically.
Golf was golf. He really didn’t like it, even though he had learned to play as a high school caddy in Misalliance. Made good money, too. But he didn’t understand why it was a sport, all those paunchy guys in polo shirts riding around in golf carts only to strike a ball for a second and then retreat to the clubhouse, where they downed more than a few drafts and popped more than a few beer nuts. Golf was a game rather than a sport, pool played in wide, open spaces. Tam liked it, though. The tournament got a lot of publicity. And Quinn was paired with Tony H
