Lincoln Reeves may be a pro golfer and revered swing coach, but when I met him, he was just one more person telling me I wasn’t good enough. So, I did what any girl in my position would do. I told him to get lost and take his arrogant, annoying smirk with him.

I never expected to see him again. I certainly didn’t expect to run into him that same night after one too many tequila shots. Turns out that he’s kind of a big deal. Okay, fine, a really big deal. In fact, he might be the one person that can take my game to the next level.

Convincing him to help will be difficult. Not throwing my club at his handsome face when he makes me work harder than I thought humanly possible will be excruciating. But not falling for him will be the hardest thing of all.