I glanced around, seeing the two gentlemen waiting patiently. We hadn't moved in the past two minutes and they pretended not to notice. I just nodded and then we both hopped into the cart, Amber in the driver's seat.

Our two carts rolled along towards the first tee. The group before us was still on, and the older men stopped to wait. Amber parked our cart a good twenty feet behind theirs. For a second, her jaw clenched.

“My parents both know I came back here for you. But they don't know that I went to your house that first Saturday. I've spent the last few weeks running around getting set up: looking for an apartment, unpacking, getting a car for myself. My dad asked two days ago if I'd seen you yet. I told him not yet, that I was waiting for the right time." She growled.

"I guess he couldn't leave well enough alone."

I reached out and laid my hand on top of hers, which was gripping the steering wheel.

“I'm glad he did."

She looked at me. Really?" "Yeah." I sighed and looked forward.

“Amber, if we work out, and I hope we do, you'll have your father to thank for getting us back together." She looked at me with wide eyes.

“Are we getting back together?"

I moved my hand to her face, softly drawing my knuckles across her cheek.

“I want to. Very much."

With a happy smile, Amber leaned forward, ready to kiss me. But I frowned and held my hand up between us.

“I still hate you..." My voice was cold. Her face went white as she backed away.

"What?"

I sighed.

“Amber, I'm still in love with you. But I hate you for leaving me. I can't help it. I know why you left and my head knows it's almost as much my fault for not going with you. But there's a part of me that really resents you for abandoning me."

"You knew I had to follow my dream."

“But you didn't have to cut off all contact with me. You could have written. You could have called

Amber looked down at her feet.

“It hurt... just thinking about you..."

"I know. But it hurt worse knowing you wouldn't answer my calls." I found that I was balling my hands into fists, trembling with repressed anger and pain. Slowly, I exhaled, calming myself.

"We need to talk. There are a lot of conversations we've missed in the last three years."

Just then, the other group moved off and the two older men got out of their cart to pull out their drivers. Amber sighed and nodded.

“Looks like we'll have some time together."

"So did you fuck her?"