When I got home, my mother greeted me warmly. "How was the lesson?"
I couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes, so I gave her the shortest answer possible.
"Fine."
My father chimed in. "Kyle's one of the best instructors in the country. If you can't learn from him, then you're the problem."
At the mention of Kyle's technique, heat rushed to my face.
I remembered the force of his body driving into mine from behind.
Afraid my parents would notice my reaction, I hurried upstairs to my room.
My father assumed I was trying to avoid practicing and raised his voice after me.
"You may hate it, but you will learn to play golf before the wedding. The Hales entertain clients on the course all the time. I won't have my daughter embarrassing herself after she marries a Hale."
I didn't argue. Aft
