Free The Dysfunctional Test by Kelly Moran

wanted to. He aligned his club, reared back, and swung.
    The ball bounced off a neighboring tree and straight at Justin’s head. Justin ducked and looked at Troy as if they’d escaped a near-death experience.
    Fisher shook his head. “Nice shot, man. At least you hit something. I can’t find my ball.”
    Fisher was talking to him now. This was new.
    Troy scratched his head. “Whose idea was it to go golfing anyway?” They were only on the fifth hole and collectively their score was higher than a basketball game.
    Justin pointed an accusatory finger at his dad.
    Tim shrugged. “You guys said sure when I asked.”
    Troy laughed. “I thought you meant golfing on the Wii . We’re gonna kill someone out here.”
    Tim grinned and set a nine iron back in his bag. “Thank goodness. I hate golfing. Bernice bought these clubs for me thinking it would be good exercise. Want to have a beer in the clubhouse instead?”
    They headed back to the clubhouse in silence. After ordering drinks at the bar and sitting at a table, they laughed, agreeing never to repeat the golfing experience.
    “I still can’t believe my son is getting married.”
    Fisher set down his beer. “I tried to warn him, sir.”
    Tim looked at Troy. “I guess you’ll be next, then. You and Camryn seem like a nice couple.”
    Troy choked trying to swallow. Couple of what? After seeing Fisher’s expression of confusion, Troy backpedaled. “One doesn’t just propose to Camryn Covic. He must let her think it’s her idea and give her the control.”
    A corner of Fisher’s mouth lifted. It was a start. Problem averted.
    Tim grinned and took a sip from his Scotch. “You know your woman well.”
    Camryn wasn’t his woman, and he used to think he knew her well. Until that kiss today.
    When Heather told him about what this Maxwell guy said to Camryn, his first instinct was anger. No matter how good a woman was or wasn’t in bed, a gentleman never divulged the truth. After he got to thinking about it—and he’d tried really hard not to—he figured Camryn was wound too tight to ever let herself go and enjoy sex.
    But after kissing her, he discovered Camryn had a whole other side to her. All cool and nice and controlled on the surface. Under that…
    Well, she wasn’t a damn fish, that’s for sure.
    He loved women. The way they smelled, laughed, felt. The way they looked first thing in the morning, the devious way they wrapped men around their finger. Women were the last great misunderstood mysteries to the world. Making love was one of life’s true treasures. He’d been with a lot of women, and he wasn’t ashamed of it.
    None of them stopped his heart dead like Camryn had done earlier. None of them had stunned him enough to render him speechless.
    Hell, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious in exploring that more. This was Camryn, though. He wouldn’t come out alive.
    “Well,” Tim said, “I’m just glad you all could come. Bernice has been so happy planning this wedding. She always wanted a daughter.”
    Justin drank from his bottle. “Thanks for the reminder, Dad.”
    Fisher lifted his drink. “Thank you for having us. This took a lot of…guts.” Justin wanted to laugh, Troy could tell, but he somehow held back. “What do you guys say to horseback riding tomorrow? Jessie, my best friend growing up, has a farm at the edge of town. She’s been on me to bring you by.”
    Fisher shrugged. “Sure. We can put the family in traction for the wedding.”
    Justin laughed. “I was thinking more along the lines of just us with the girls.”
    Troy tried to picture Camryn on a horse and couldn’t. “FYI, Justin, we’ve never been this…rural.”
    “Oh relax,” Fisher said. “It’ll be fine. Emily wants a pony. She’d love riding.”
    Justin pulled out his cell. “Horseback riding it is,” he said while texting. After a few moments, he got an incoming text. “Jessie says the day after tomorrow would be better. You guys will love