Talk Birdie to Me: A Small Town Golf Romance

I've never been accused of sabotaging a golfer with a glass of sweet tea, but there's a first time for everything.

Also a first for me is kissing that same golfer in the linen closet of the clubhouse during a holiday tournament.

Oh, and the prickly guy with dark eyes, a fitted polo, and deliciously sculpted forearms is also my ex-boyfriend.

It's been five years since Wyatt Drake abandoned me for his dream of turning pro, and to my surprise, it still stings.

It hurts to remember how great we wer...