"I could have been doctoring the score all along," she points out, smirking at Steve as she lines up this next shot. She hasn't been and she doesn't even think he's been letting her win, which is a nice change of pace from guys who think they need to treat her like she's breakable.

Not that anyone in Moordale thought that. People in Moordale were mostly afraid of her.

"How far ahead am I?" she asks, turning her back on her ball as it rolls toward the hole. She doesn't even get to see her first hole-in-one. She's too busy looking at Steve, at the crooked grin he's wearing, at the way he's holding the card toward her.