He groaned. Fucking golf. He hated it, but that wasn't the only reason he didn't want to go. He'd have to face his friends after the benefit and he still hadn't spoken to Barry about the way Becky treated Chloe that night. He really, really didn't want to go.

     “I would much prefer to come with you. I could be your assistant.”

     “I don't think The Little Mermaid had an assistant,” she said.

     “Wasn't there a crab-looking thing that was with her all the time?”

     “You would dress up as a crab to avoid going to golf with your friends?”

     He didn't answer, he just looked away, reaching down to...