Rules

As Stacy turns around and kisses him, Eric doesn't even have time to react. His putter is dropped and his eyes go wide. As she withdraws, his hands automatically rest around her waist and he blinks in surprise, completely forgetting that they were in the presence of the two kids. His eyes lock onto Stacy's, a million and one thoughts racing through his gaze. But one silent question stood out from the others: had she only been teasing, or did she really feel something more for him?

Getting poked, Dylan whirls around, having been stunned by the little scene himself. He bites his lip and nods. "Uh.... yeah..." He clears his throat. "I see a windmill at the next one. I think it's calling our names." Setting a hand on Ashlee, he steers her to the next little course, although he does glance over his shoulder once. "You go first... they'll catch up."

Eric blinks again. "No that's.... not normal," he agrees. His cheeks were beet red by now, but there wasn't much he could do about that. A smile slowly spreads across his lips. "I think I mighta underestimated you," he whispers. His hands tighten just slightly around her waist. "Are we just playing golf? I'm afraid I don't know the rules of any other game..."