After telling her all that she just smiled and said, well, now that you see things differently, and since you haven't asked, I'm asking you now, will ...you go on a date with me. A real date, not like the ones we've been doing so far. The next night she picked me up at my hotel and before we left for dinner we had a drink at the bar. We had always talked to each other, about almost everything, so we knew a lot about each other, and had shared a lot , so we were very comfortable, even in this new. Frank looked over at me and asked, "What's tomorrow's tee time?" Nine and Nine-oh-eight," I said. "I figure you will be in the second group with George, Tom and Michael." Well, I won't mind riding with Michael in the morning. He was beside me all night," he said.Michael spoke up, "Yeah, and if you tie my hands up in the morning I'll wonder about you."Steve chipped in, "Do you have a slot for me? I would love to play with you guys." Actually there is a slot. Do you have clubs or do you need to. ”Jessica detected his sudden change in mood. “Sorry, none of my business.”He managed a faint smile. “That’s okay. A breakup a couple of months ago.”She touched his arm. “I’m sorry.”He studied her for a few seconds, seeing the sincerity in her expression. “It’s okay. There are lots of worse things that can happen to a person.”Jessica briefly looked away. Case detected just a flicker of emotion, before it was quickly masked. Wonder what happened to Jessica? She’s surrounded by wonderful people,. Blood rushed into her loins.After a few winding turns, a sprawling cottage - adorned with floor-to-ceiling tinted windows on all sides - roared into view.Cherie’s jaw dropped.The cottage’s cobblestone driveway came to a looping end several metres in front of the main entrance: a pair of tall oak doors sporting a single, circular brass handle roughly waist-high off the ground. The car jerked to a stop in front of them, finding itself suspiciously alone at the end of the expansive, secluded.