I should care that our golf game ended so abruptly. I should have stuck around to network with my father and Clifford in the club after we fled the thunderstorm on the fourth hole. I should have done a lot of things, but instead I stared at Maddie Parker in her soaking wet white skirt and thought about her ass.

She stood under the awning on the club porch after we sped back, shaking out her shirt, giving me a delicious glimpse of the creamy skin of her stomach as she did so. ...