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.”

in a crowd, and those doe eyes of hers looked. like they were always telling

piped up. “Look, no offense, but Mr. Bishop’s golf game is top–notch

swung her club with a flourish, “I wouldn’t be so

few then,” Frank finally chimed in, cool as you like. “But just so you know, I don’t

on

aura. Wallis literally held her breath, lost

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in to shield her, whispering. “Don’t sweat it. Winning or losing

we’d snagged a chance to talk to

Walls could hold her own with a

to impress her loaded ex, she went all

quite in

end of the game, with the sun dipping low, Wallis was wiped but took the loss

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

sunk a

up. “We’ll have a

gallery teased, “Mr. Bishop, she’s asking

Walls and I had names,

suddenly landing on me, “Why

Darren got everyone giving us

to bug

be tired. If you ladies don’t mind, join us for a drink

and in unison, we

wasn’t just us girls.

shot the breeze with some

casually brought up Hogan, griping about

for some college girl Been chasing her like a man possessed,

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

dude barely finished his sentence before the others burst out laughing.

took a swig of my drink. It tasted

Frank cut in “There are