Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 43

Wallis quickly scoped out that Frank hits the links every weekend.

At Lake Golf, a low–key yet swanky golf club.

After huddling with Wallis, we decided to stage a chance encounter.

Come Saturday afternoon, we rocked up to the course bright and early, lying in wait.

It was a hot minute before we spotted Frank, fashionably late, rolling deep with his entourage.

Wallis and I exchanged a look, then she strutted over with her club in hand.

“Mr. Bishop, fancy seeing you here again.” Wallis put on her CEO charm, all polite and stuff.

Frank paused when he heard her, his gaze lingering briefly on Wallis before flitting away, cool as a cucumber, like he couldn’t place us.

One of his buddies couldn’t resist a dig. “Man, you’ve got that love charm. Works wherever he goes.”

His look at me and Wallis was so blatant it bordered on rude.

Guess he figured we were gold diggers.

I brushed it off, stepping forward. “Mr. Bishop, with your busy schedule, no wonder you don’t. remember President Lott. Looks like President Lott’s wish isn’t happening today.”

I let out a sigh to drive it home.

That got Frank’s attention, his curiosity piqued as he gave Wallis a once–over.

Wallis scratched her head, awkward as hell, then glanced my way.

I chimed in, “No sweat. President Lott. We can always hit the green with Mr. Bishop some other time.”

Wallis quickly agreed, “Guess we’ve been twiddling our thumbs for nothing these past two

hours.”

was a total bombshell – stood out even in a crowd, and those doe eyes of hers looked. like they were always telling a story. Right then, she was the

no offense, but Mr. Bishop’s golf game is top–notch

“I wouldn’t be so sure

hit a few then,” Frank finally chimed in, cool as you like. “But just so you

on anyone.”

a serious aura. Wallis literally held her breath, lost

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her, whispering. “Don’t sweat it. Winning or losing doesn’t

mattered was we’d snagged a

out Walls could hold her

to impress her loaded ex, she went all out practicing golf.

quite in

by the end of the game, with the sun dipping

his club to the caddy, shot Wallis a glance, and said with a hint of respect. “That birde by President

sunk a

was all ried up. “We’ll have

Bishop, she’s asking for a second date!”

Walls and I had names,

on

got everyone giving us that

to bug him.” I replied, all

ladies don’t mind, join us for a

and in unison, we were like. “Lead the way.”

just us girls.

changing, Wallis and I shot the breeze

brought up Hogan, griping about how he’s

man possessed, turning the whole Zade family upside down. No

don’t get it, man. It’s all about that fresh college vibe. It’s a different story in the

sentence before the

swig of my drink. It tasted foul.

cut in “There