Ezra
“This is quite the place, Ezra,” Andrew slaps me on the back. “I thought Paradise Glenn was fancy.”
“We spared no expense, really,” I joke as we approach the men’s locker room.
“Ezra,” Aidan calls out to me. He wanders over, eyeing Junior and Andrew.
“Aidan,” I say as we fist bump. “This is Andrew and Junior Fischer, Amelia's dad and brother.”
“Aidan,” my friend held a hand out to my in-laws. “It's a pleasure to meet you both.”
“Are you another billionaire?” Junior asks, and Aidan laughs.
“You can say that,” Aidan grins. He looks at Andrew, who has a decent set of clubs slung on his back. “Those are some nice clubs.”
Andrew pats the bag, “They were a birthday present from my wife. But I have barely used them. I was sick for some time, and then work got in the way.”
“Oh, I a
