Don Juan had gotten through the next hoop by the time she got her ball back to the greenery, and he was liking his odds for the rest of the game. He had a good angle on the next one — he'd probably be able to get two hoops in one turn if he hit it straight and hard. The angle on hers was awful, but she was being a good sport about it.

"I seem to recall you found my choice of wine left something to be desired last time," he pointed out playfully. "At least you'll have an opportunity to correct that." Perhaps this was premature teasing — he hadn't won yet.

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