Katie listened to the distant purr of mowers trimming the greens of the south eighteen holes and slowly dragged her rake across the final patch of sand.

She stepped from the trap, slung the tool over her shoulder and loped toward the next bunker. One more before the sprinklers turned on at midnight.

Although, it's hot enough that I wouldn't mind getting soaked by them tonight.

She looked up at the cloudless sky. It would be hot as hell again tomorrow.

And that's why I prefer the night shift.

The breeze rustled the trees. Pausing for a minute, Katie enjoyed its caress on her sweaty skin and inhaled the scent of the grass.

Suddenly a girl's voice interrupted her reverie. "C'mon guys this is going to be epic!"

Two guys and two girls in fancy clothes approached the hazard she was headed towards next. They were obviously guests at the club's Saturday soirée.

Fan-freakin-tastic!

Heels in hands, the giggling girls hopped in. One of the guys followed. The other stood on the edge with his fists in his pockets, looking down on them.

The guy called out from below. "Hey Logan, c'mon bro!"

Logan shook his head. "No thanks man. This isn't my scene."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he looked up and spotted Katie. He smiled.

Grrrr! Why is he so cute?

He cleared his throat. "I actually just remembered hearing that the club put in more security cameras. So unless y'all feel like dealing with vandalism charges for the summer, this probably isn't the best way to amuse yourselves."

One of the girl's heads popped up.

Not that I can tell which one because they both have the same bleached extensions.

"A criminal record could prevent me from becoming Miss America!" She climbed from the sand.

The second girl whined as she followed. "God Tiff! You're such a goody-two-shoes. And Logan... ever the buzzkill."

The guy climbed out too. "Whatever. I really gotta pee and this isn't fun anymore. Let's go downtown."

Logan waved them on. "You three go. I've got something I still need to take care of tonight."

Katie watched the trio disappear before walking up to Logan. "Pleasant friends you have there."

The words "You Suck" and a drawing of a penis were carved in the sand at their feet. "So creative too."

Logan chuckled. "They're not my friends. I only came along to stop them from messing up the course. And you should thank me for doing it before Wyatt peed in the sand!"

Why can't I ever stay mad at this boy?

"How should I express my gratitude?" Katie pressed her body against Logan's.

"That's a good start." He held her tighter.

She gave him a searing kiss. "Warmer?"

He removed the rake from her hand and threw it into the sand. "After I fix this trap, I know a way you'd be really hot."

Katie laughed. "Run naked through the sprinklers?"

Logan winked. "Maybe after."