They stepped into the sprawling golf course, the afternoon sun spreading warmth in the air. Gideon looked absolutely dashing – his fitted t-shirt outlined his muscles in his arms and shoulders, and the cut of his trousers defined his long legs. As he strode forward, he slipped on the sunglasses.
Summer followed a few paces behind, her palms slightly damp in nervousness. In the past, she used to accompany him to business meetings and gala events. But it was history now. The thought of meeting an important client made her uneasy, fearing she would mess up.
Even in her anxious state, she looked lovely in that perfectly fitted top and skirt. Her hair was held in a neat ponytail. A few golfers turned and glanced at her as they passed, drawn to her quiet charm.
