At the twelfth green, Kell suggested that Glenn show Sherry the Triceratops footprints in the sandstone walls while he lined up his putt. Glenn looked on while she took photos, and thought what a contradiction she was: spiky one moment, icy-cold the next, always elusive. They stood side-by-side looking at the dinosaur prints, aware that they were alone, that nobody could overhear them — and that trying to ignore their mutual physical attraction wasn’t working.

‘I don’t like you, Glenn,’ Sherry said.

‘I don’t like you either, Sherry,’ he replied.

She took a deep breath and sighed, ‘But …’

‘But …’ Glenn held his breath.

‘I’m leaving tomorrow.’

‘I know.’

She stared hard at the Triceratops footprints. ‘We have to put this thing between us to …’ Her voice trailed away and she swallowed.

‘Bed?’ Glenn supplied. From the corner of his eye, he saw Sherry nod and it was his turn to swallow. ‘I’ll pick you up at eight for dinner.’

She looked appalled. ‘Are you mad? If our mothers find out, they’ll be picking dates for the wedding.’

He grimaced.

‘Exactly. We don’t want to date — we just want to sleep with each other.’

Glenn felt the familiar warring urges to either kiss her or strangle her. ‘Are you always this blunt?’

Her winged brows drew together. ‘I don’t have a lot of time left,’ she said haughtily.

He was used to women throwing themselves at him, but this felt like booking an appointment at the dentist. ‘You’re sure you can fit me into your busy schedule?’ he asked sarcastically.

‘I’m visiting the cousin of somebody I work with, at one of the police precincts this afternoon. Her name’s Roberta. She’s taking me to a honky-tonk bar tonight.’ Sherry mentioned the name of the bar and Glenn knew it. ‘Can you meet me there at ten-thirty?’ she asked. ‘I don’t want to be home too late.’

Now he was being given a time limit. ‘Only if you wear your merry widow.’

Her jaw dropped. ‘My what? How do you know I’ve got a merry widow?’

‘Are you two coming to take your shots?’ Kell called.

‘Never you mind,’ Glenn retorted. ‘Just wear it.’

Sherry had removed her sunglasses to take the photos, and fumbled as she wrenched them from her pocket and jammed them on her face. ‘I’ll think about it,’ she said, and strode away.