Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4) Read Free Page A

her.
    She’s my mother’s older sister. They’re only three years apart, but they are so different. It’s like night and day. My mother is soft, warm, and tender. Eddalyn is driven, ambitious, and passionate. If she hadn’t sworn off having children long before I was born, I would swear that I had been switched at birth—that my parents had been wrongfully assigned. However, my mother explains away our differences claiming that I must harbor many of my father’s characteristics.
    She didn’t know him very well.
    I don’t know him at all.
    I discard all thoughts of my parents as I pull into the parking lot of the golf course. After changing my shoes, I grab my clubs and head inside, certain that Eddalyn has beaten me here. She usually does. Upon my entrance, I spot her almost right away. Sitting up at the bar on the far side of the clubhouse, she’s sipping at her coffee as she watches whatever news is on the hanging television. Before I’ve closed the distance between us, she looks my way, offering me a welcoming smile.
    Ms. St. Michaels exudes great taste in all things. It’s who she is. It’s why I admire her. Even now, dressed in her designer clothes, her pixie blonde hair styled, and what she refers to as her mask painted on to perfection, she looks put together enough for a business outing.
    That’s another thing I learned from her—any occasion is the perfect occasion to look your best. Not that I needed much encouragement in that regard. I believe a body as well kept as mine should never be shoved into anything less than what it is worth.
    “Good morning, dear.”
    “Good morning,” I reply, dipping my head in greeting.
    “It’s a gorgeous morning for golf.”
    I chuckle, noting the glint in her blue eyes. “You mean, it’s a gorgeous morning for you to beat me again?”
    She smiles a crooked smile, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. “A fine young man like yourself, beat by an old woman like me? Nonsense.”
    My chuckle from a moment ago turns into a laugh. At fifty-five, she’s certainly far from old, and she’s kicked my ass at golf more times than I’d like to remember.
    “I’ve brought my A-game, Aunt Eddalyn. I intend to make you work for it today.”
    “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She pushes aside her coffee and stands, reaching for her golf caddy cart before we head for the first hole. “I’d love it if Ben could travel our way for a game. You need to invite that brother of yours up for a weekend.”
    “You know Benjamin’s schedule. A whole weekend would be a stretch. He works even more than we do, which is saying quite a bit.”
    “True. I bet you could get one day out of him, though. Check your calendar, I’ll check mine, and then let’s see if we can coerce him up here for a game.”
    “I’ll do my best,” I assure her, truly appreciating her suggestion. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve spent any time with my brother. Now that we don’t live in the same city, meeting for drinks isn’t quite as easy as it once was. I’ll have to get him on the phone soon.
    For now—I’ve got a golf game to win.
     
     

     
    Saturday brings with it a hangover I hadn’t planned on. I don’t even remember how many glasses of wine I had last night, only that I didn’t stop Geoffrey from ordering me more. We were having too much fun, picking out guys and ranking them in our intoxicated state. I was happy to put a smile on his face, so we all stayed until last call, splitting a cab ride to each of our respective homes in the wee hours of the morning.
    Knowing that I’ll need to go get my car, I force myself out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. I look a fright, which just makes me laugh, and I’m quick to remedy the situation by pulling my long, red, wavy locks into a messy bun on top of my head. I then brush my teeth and wash my face, grabbing a couple of ibuprofens out of my medicine cabinet before making my way to the kitchen. I’ve got to shake this headache