**Jax**

We made our way outside on the patio that, during the summer, housed umbrella-covered tables for members to use. Most of the snow from January had melted, leaving the grass a dreary, deathless brown.

"Wanna see something cool?" she asked.

"Always."

She walked down the steps and onto the stone pathway that led toward the golf cart pavilion. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure I was following, she grinned, then extended her ...