If he truly wanted me to let everything go, I’d flip over and ride him right there on the range. Screw golf, I’d screw him instead.

“Well, to what do we owe the honor of your presence?" I asked snidely. National …”

“Maybe you’re sleepwalking. And sleeptexting. And sleepprimping.”“What’s next?” …”

“That is what I thought of you, Ellie. Heartless, reckless, selfish, and cruel."…”

“Oh, give it a rest, angel,” he said, exasperated. “One minute I’m hurting you, …”