Kit opened her front door, assessed Edison's outfit and shook her head in disapproval. In return, his eyes shot up in surprise.

"Wow!" was all he said as he stared at her outfit. "Is there even a name for that color?"

"Edison, what are you wearing?" she asked. He had paired his bright red swim trunks and tank top with neon tennis shoes.

"A better question is, what are you wearing? And can you please change, because it's hurting my eyes." He held up his hand as if to block his eyes from her outfit.

"This is golf course appropriate," she said, motioning to her bright green and pink argyle sweater vest and matching bright green skirt.

"Whatever it is, it's too much for my eyes," he laughed as he slipped past her into her house.

"Edison, if you would like to join Jaxon and me in a game of golf then you will have to change," she said. She shut the front door and followed him as he wondered in and out of rooms.

"I can wear this. I don't have sleeves to get in the way of my swing." He pantomimed swinging his club. "Where is Jaxon?"

"He is getting the golf cart. And that thing you are wearing could barely be called a shirt."

"It's hot. It's summer time," he argued.

"Edison, coming from a family that respects the sport of golfing," she bit her lip to hold on to her serious tone as his eyebrows shot up, "I can't let you on the course dressed like that."

"The sport of golfing?" he asked. "Try getting tackled by a two hundred pound football players and then tell me golf is a sport."

"Regardless. My course, my rules." She put her nose in the air like a snobby heiress, but gave him a playful smile.

He studied her for a moment before giving in. "Fine, but I don't have anything to change in to."

"It's okay. You're close enough to Jaxon's size. He brought an extra set of clothes." She turned and headed back towards the stairs.

"Good to know you also make Jaxon dress up and you aren't just torturing me," he said. He followed her up the stairs and into one of the empty bedrooms.

"He always dresses appropriately. Here you are." She opened the closet to reveal a golfing outfit matching to hers. Bright green pants, a white polo and a green and pink argyle sweater vest. He gave her a flat look.

"If we can't be the best on the course then at least we will look the douchiest," she said in a proper accent. She gave him a serious look before a wide grin spread across her face. "I take my golfing very seriously," she added with a wink. He gave her outfit another look, shook his head.

"Now, tup tup. Carry on. Jaxon is waiting for us and we don't want to miss our T off," she said as she left the room.

As she finished lacing up her shoes, she heard footsteps on the stairs and turned to find Edison glowering at her as he came down. The clothes fit reasonably well. Jaxon was a little taller so Edison had cuffed the pants, but Edison's arms were bigger and strained the sleeves of the polo.

"Not a word about how I look Kittery," he threatened.

She pursed her lips and obeyed, although her only comment would have been the fact that he still looked good, even in green and pink argyle. She put on her visor and led the way to the back door. Jaxon was lounging on the back of the golf cart, wearing an orange and yellow argyle sweater vest.

"What oh, good fellow!" he said with an accent when he saw Edison.

"Nice sweater," Edison laughed.

Jaxon grinned. "Dressing is three fourths of the game."

"Normally, I would have Alfonzo chauffeur us," Kit said as she swung into the driver's seat. "But he was busy with the senator. We are on our own today."

"What a pity," Jaxon said. "Alfonzo's a good chap."

"Indeed," Kit said.

Edison slid into the passenger seat, giving them strange looks. Kit hit the gas and they sped off across the grass, their ride bumpy before they found the paved path and jumped on it.

"How fast does this thing go?" Edison asked, holding on to the side to steady himself.

She gave him a wicked grin. "A fair speed above the rest my good fellow. I had my lackey tweak with the gas pedal," she said gleefully. She and Jaxon laughed haughtily.

"If you thought golf was played at a leisure pace, you were wrong my friend," Jaxon said.

"Leisure is for the old. We've too much life to live," Kit said.

The warm afternoon sun made the plush, royal green grass almost sparkle as they zoomed through the course. Sand pits dotted the landscape and a small pond with a fountain added to the calm atmosphere.

Kit brought the cart to a screeching halt at the first hole and jumped out. "Have you ever golfed before?" she asked Edison.

They met Jaxon at the back of the cart where the golf clubs were located. "Once or twice," Edison shrugged.

Jaxon pulled one of the clubs out and examined it closely, like a pro.

"We'll remind you of the rules," she said. Edison gave his full attention. "One, hit the ball with your club."

"Two," Jaxon jumped in, "don't hit people with your club."

"And three," Kit finished, "only speak about the most serious of topics."

Edison kept his face serious and nodded along as they spoke. "Hit the ball, don't hit people, serious stuff," he repeated. "I think I got it."

She grinned and grabbed a ball and a club.

"Are there different clubs for different swings?" Edison asked.

"That is correct," Jaxon said.

"Is that a good club for long range?" Edison asked.

"I haven't got a clue." Kit put her ball on the T and stepped back to take a few practice swings.

"You don't know what clubs to use?" he asked.

Jaxon gave him a serious look. "Remember our goal for today. We won't be the best, but we will be the douchiest. Now tup tup, on to serious topics."

Edison gave them a bewildered look but complied. "Have you heard about the scandal on the stock market?"

They gasped loudly. "Dear god good fellow," Kit said.

"I said serious, not deathly," Jaxon said.

Edison's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he quickly adjusted. "Then let's discuss fries. Thick or thin?"

"That's more like it! And obviously thick," Jaxon said.

"With salt and dipped in a chocolate shake," Kit said.

Edison grinned. "I'll see your chocolate shake and raise you a Neapolitan shake."

"I accept your Neapolitan shake." Kit offered him her hand and he shook it. "Moving on, chips and guacamole?"

"Always a good idea," Edison said. "Ice cream?"

"Best for breakfast," Jaxon said.

The boys stood back while Kit lined up her hit, bent her knees and swung. She caught a large chunk of grass, but her ball went far.

"Chocolate chip cookies?" she asked, moving aside.

"Best in my stomach," Jaxon said, stepping up and preparing for his swing. He tested the ground, bent his knees, looked for the right angle.

"And only if you eat five at a time," Edison added.

"Right'o ol' chap," Jaxon said. He straightened, pulled his club back and called "Four!" before swinging. The chunk of earth he took out only moved a few feet. Kit gave him the gentlest of golf claps. He re-positioned, stepped back to the T and called, "Four!" again before swinging. His club made contact with his ball and sent it bouncing along the course.

Next up, was Edison. Jaxon and Kit stepped back to observe as he lined his club up with the ball. He got in position, swung with force, but only hit grass. They let him try three more times before stepping in.

"It's all about the booty," Kit said, walking over to him. He laughed in surprise but she kept a serious face as she stood next to him.

"It's true," Jaxon said.

"Bend the knees, then pop your booty," Kit demonstrated. "Line your club up with the ball, pull back and let it swing."

"Perfect form," Jaxon said.

She moved back so Edison could try again. "Bend your knees," she said. She tapped the back of his legs with her club to get them to bend.

He resisted the help and stood up straight. "I think I can manage on my own."

"Tup tup good fellow," Jaxon said. "We'll never make it past the first hole if you don't focus."

Edison gave Jaxon a pointed look and returned his focus to the ball. He got in position, pulled back and swung. When the dirt and grass settled, they were able to make out his ball halfway to the first hole.

"Excellent, excellent," Kit and Jaxon dryly cheered, giving a few soft claps. Edison took a deep bow before they all climbed on the cart and were off.

"Tell me good people, where did you acquire your golfing skills?" Edison asked as they sped to where his ball was.

"Golfing has been in our family for generations," Jaxon said.

"My father taught me, as his father taught him," Kit said. "What about you? Does football run in the Reigns blood?"

"No. I learned on my own," Edison said. A bitter undertone just touched his words, but he moved on before it could really settle. "Families are such a bore, let's move onto the serious topics golfing requires of us. What's your favorite color?" They pulled to a stop and he retrieved his club and prepared his swing.

"Abyss," Jaxon said.

"Sunshine," Kit said.

"What's your favorite ham and pineapple pizza topping?" Jaxon asked.

Edison gave him a quizzical look, checking to make sure he had heard the question right.

Kit smiled. "Canadian bacon."

"Pepperoni," Edison said. He pulled back and swung his club, sending a shower of grass over his untouched ball.

"What's your favorite mode of transportation?" Jaxon said.

"Skipping," Kit said.

Edison attempted another swing with no luck.

"What's your favorite spotted animal?" Jaxon asked.

"Zebra," Kit said.

They looked at Edison, but he didn't answer as he tried to hit his ball for the third time, and the fourth and the fifth. He missed and his shoulders tensed in annoyance. Kit stepped between him and his ball before he took his frustration out on the grass. She looked at Jaxon, a silent question and he nodded.

"We're going to tell you our family's golfing trade secret," she said.

"But you have to promise you won't ever tell anyone," Jaxon said.

Edison glared. He either wanted to yell at them or punch them. "Let's have this trade secret," he said through gritted teeth.

"First, you must repeat after me," Kit said. "I, Edison Reigns."

"I, Edison Reigns," Jaxon said.

They looked at Edison. He glared back, debating whether it was worth it to play along. Finally, he said, "I, Edison Reigns."

"Swear on my left pinkie," she said. A smile played at the corner of Edison's lips, but he fought it.

"Swear on my left pinkie," Jaxon said, holding up his left pinkie.

Edison shook his head, but he was smiling. "Swear on my left pinkie."

"That I will never, under any circumstance, repeat what is about to be revealed to me. Even, if someone offers me a million dollars."

"This must be some trade secret," Edison joked.

"Repeat it," Jaxon instructed.

He gave them a flat look but complied. "ThatIwillneverunderanycircumstancesrepeatwhatisabouttoberevealedtome.Evenifsomeoneoffersmeamilliondollars," he said, smashing all the words together so they were barely understandable.

"Good. Now that all the legalities are out of the way," she said. She bent down and plucked his ball from the grass.

"Continuing on," Jaxon said, leading the way back on the cart.

Edison followed slowly. "I haven't been playing golf for that long, but I was pretty sure you're supposed to leave the ball on the ground," he said as they drove to where Kit's ball waited.

"That's true, but life's too short to play by the rules." Jaxon said.

Kit got out and lined her club up with her ball. "It's better to have fun. Now back to our serious discussion. What's your favorite song with the word booty in it?"

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They continued their game of golf, moving their golf balls when needed and asking ridiculous questions only to give absurd answers. They didn't run into anyone else on the course until they came upon a group of four men at the twelfth hole. All four were dressed in posh clothes, their sweaters tied across their shoulders, their clubs gleaming in the sun.

Jaxon grinned at Kit as they parked the cart and climbed out. He gave her a questioning look, silently asking if she was ready to play along. She nodded and gave Edison a gleeful smile before she began to speak. "Ralph asked me to look over his new deal yesterday," she said, her voice serious and monotone.

"Which one is that again?" Jaxon asked. The three of them stood a safe distance from the four men, but close enough so they could be heard. Edison eyes jumped between Kit and Jaxon, trying to keep up.

"The Overland deal," she said. "They are asking for half a million, but I was blunt and told him I wouldn't invest more than two-fifty."

Jaxon nodded pensively and crossed his arms. "Overland is new."

"It is. It has promise and I see a lot of room for growth, but they haven't proven themselves yet. I told Ralph to give it time." She kept her gaze on the boys but could sense all four men trying to discreetly observe them.

"Good advice." Jaxon turned to Edison. "Have you made any progress on the Syclone deal?"

Edison only hesitated for a moment before sighing deeply. "You know their legal team," he huffed. Jaxon and Kit nodded along with his frustration. "We've seen fifteen drafts at this point and they still want to argue about LOPs and our freestanding agreement."

"Are they running formalities?" Kit asked.

"On every clause," he said. "At this point, I told Jeff we need to close by the end of the week or we'll start looking into other third parties."

"Unfortunately, that's how you have to play it with Syclone," Jaxon said.

"It is," Edison said. "Their backing would be invaluable, but their business relations are a thorn in my side."

Kit casually moved her gaze to the course and bit back a smile when she caught their present company gaping at them.

She gave them a small, serious nod and looked back at the boys. Jaxon wore a serious expression, but his eyes danced with delight.

"How's Debra?" Kit asked Jaxon. "Are you two going to make it to your place in Saint Johns?"

He gave a heavy sigh and a despondent nod. "She's been begging me for weeks now, but you know how it is."

"Do I ever!" Kit said. "You're gone for a moment and you miss out on the biggest deal of the year."

"They never said investment was easy," Edison added.

"But its a hell of a ride," Jaxon almost sang.

She smiled. "I'll cheer to that!"

The three of them looked to the men and it took the men a few moments to realize they were staring. They all jumped simultaneously and rushed to look busy. Kit, Jaxon and Edison didn't talk anymore, but observed the game with cool, unimpressed gazes. All four men gave them quizzical looks as they hustled back to their golf carts and sped away.

The three of them remained motionless as they watched the men go, waiting until they had disappeared over a hill before bursting into laughter. Kit collapsed to the grass as her legs gave out with glee and her abs began to seize up. Jaxon threw his head back wildly. Edison rested his hands on his knees and his face turned slightly red as he ran out of breath from laughing. And they didn't stop.

They tried to calm down enough to complete the twelfth hole, but after several attempts and only more holes in the grass, they called it useless and moved on.

"The looks on their faces," Kit laughed.

"You guys were pure genius!" Edison said.

"What about you? I'm didn't understand half of what you said," Jaxon said.

"Me either!" Edison laughed.

Another round of laughter rang out as they climbed back into the cart. "I think the matching outfits really sold it," Jaxon said.

"Now do you understand why we dress for golf?" Kit said to Edison. "Your outfit is half of the game."

By the time they reached the thirteenth hole, they had calmed down enough to return their focus to the game. Jaxon set his ball and lined up his swing.

"I was impressed you were able to keep up with the conversation," Kit told Edison. "Where did you learn your knowledge of investments?"

Edison didn't answer as Jaxon moved aside, and he concentrated on lining up his shot. His hit was true and his ball went far. He stood motionless for a moment before he turned back.

"I learned from my dad," he finally answered. He spoke like there was something bitter on his tongue. "He was an investment banker. Is your dad in investments?"

"Consulting," she answered.

"Families are such a bore," Jaxon said with a yawn. "Back to serious business. Tup tup."

"What's your favorite type of sunflower?" Kit asked, as she took her shot.

"A daisy," Jaxon answered.

"What's your favorite type of goldfish?" Edison asked.

"The cracker," Kit said.

They lost track of their points by the fifteenth hole and they lost all manner of rules by the seventeenth. They decided to finish up the last few holes with their version of acrobatic golf. Kit hit her ball off the roof of the golf cart. Edison got a running start before trying to hit his ball. Jaxon attempted to putt between his legs.

"I think we can call it day," Kit laughed as she stood back and watched as Edison and Jaxon tried for the tenth time to putt with their eyes closed.

"But I think I got it this time," Edison said. He swung his club and missed the ball completely.

"I'm awesome!" Jaxon said, his club making contact with the ball, knocking it into the sand pit.

Kit laughed as she began slowly walking back towards the cart. The boys collected their golf balls and caught up to her.

"That was the most entertaining game of golf I've ever played," Edison said. "Thank you Mr Jaxon. Miss Kittery." He nodded his head properly.

"Mr Reigns," Jaxon said.

"You're most welcome," Kit said. She tossed the keys to Jaxon they climbed onto the golf cart. She propped her feet on the dash. "Take us home ol' chap!"

"With pleasure," Jaxon said. 

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Skipping skittles!

It's official I want to be Kit St James!
Who is with me?

Now that you have really seen the wonder that is Kit I will tell you of the oddities of my family. So we do this thing were we take words or phrases and make then completely unintelligible to anyone but us.

Here's what I mean. My brother would reply to things people said with 'true'. He's weird and made it 'trow'. That turned to 'trout'. Now we just say 'trout' inside of 'true' and it makes no sense! Also sometimes we literally use just a fish emoji.

As for phrases, we say 'should be good' whenever we go to write and want to bluster ourselves. Say that phrase fast enough and long enough is sounds like shoo-be-doo. My sister JoymomentsSISTER took it a step further and just says scooby-doo.

So there you have it, the weirdness that I live in!

What's something you say that makes no sense?

Love, peace and ice cream!

Try not to AWWW at this!