Ella stopped mid-celebration and turned around. And promptly dropped her golf club on her sandal-clad toe. Shit. She blinked to make sure she wasn't imagining the hotness before her. She blinked again. Still there. In all of his non-shirt glory. Shit. Ella gave him a flirty smile. "Thanks!" She jogged down to the end of the hole to get her ball. "Think you can do it?"