Free Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4) by R.C. Martin Page B

I spot Benjamin pulling his clubs from the trunk of his BMW X5. He’s in a pair of navy shorts and a striped T-shirt. I chuckle to myself, remembering how much he appreciates getting a little sun. Sometimes, I swear, the kid was meant to be a beach bum. With his blonde hair and blue eyes, I’m sure he’d fit right in. Of course, every time I say as much, he’s quick to remind me of his fear of the ocean.
    My phone rings in my pocket just as I’m climbing out of my vehicle, but I ignore it as I go to greet my brother. “Pretty boy—you ready to get your ass handed to you this morning?”
    He looks over at me, laughing as he helps close the distance between us. “Who are you calling pretty, slut,” he jibes as he offers me his hand. I accept the gesture, fully prepared when he pulls me in for a hug. “Good to see you, man.”
    “You too, kid.” He’s only two years younger than me, but since he came into my world, he’s always been my kid brother. He’s also three inches shorter than me, and I’m sure I’ve got him beat by at least twenty more pounds of muscle, so he doesn’t argue when I call him what he is. Instead, he rolls his eyes and straps his clubs over his shoulder.
    “We’ll see who’s doing all the talking after the eighteenth hole.”
    “Yeah, yeah,” I mumble, opening the trunk to retrieve my gear.
    We head into the clubhouse together, exchanging small talk and pleasantries. We find Aunt Eddalyn just as I did the week before, up at the bar, casually sipping at her coffee, poised as ever. When she spots us heading her way, she gasps and then claps her hands before hopping out of her seat.
    “There’s my long-lost nephew. Oh, it’s so good to see you,” she says, opening her arms.
    Ben sets down his clubs and wraps her in a warm hug. “You, too, Aunt Eddalyn. Sorry it’s been so long.”
    “Oh, nonsense,” she says, waving away his apology. “I understand how the world works, dear. You’re a busy man, chasing after his dreams. It’s a hard job to do, making all of us proud, but you’re doing just fine.”
    “Stop. You’ll make me blush,” he jokes.
    She laughs just as his phone chirps from inside of his pocket. When he reaches for his, I remember that I had a missed call, and I reach for mine as well.
    “Humph,” Eddalyn grumbles. “Do I need to take those things away from you boys? Take the morning off. We’re here to play golf, not work.”
    Ben chuckles and I don’t miss the goofy grin on his face. “It’s not work this time. I promise—one text and it’s off.”
    “Very well,” she concedes before looking my way. She arches a brow at me and I know I’m about to have to make the same promise.
    “If he gets to read his, I at least get to listen to mine,” I say with a smirk. Before either of them can say otherwise, I turn my back to them and play the voicemail that awaits me.
    When the sound of her voice floats into my ear, my chest swells.
    Victory .
    Teddy’s nerves are quite apparent in her message, her words jumbled and uncertain. I’m not sure why, but when I reach the end, I find myself replaying it. I like the sound of her voice, and I imagine her with the phone pressed against her ear, her long, red hair draped over her shoulder, her sexy, little body in whatever she slept in the night before.
    Fuck—I want to taste her lips; want to sink my teeth into her skin; want to know how many other freckles she’s hiding.
    I push play for the third time. Her shy demeanor is like a cool drink on a hot day, and I can’t wait to unwrap and unravel her.
    Ben grasps my attention when he claps a hand on my shoulder and leans into me. “What is it? Last night’s booty call forgot her favorite pair of panties?”
    A smug smile pulls at my lips as I pocket my phone, my eyes meeting his. Truth be told, there wasn’t a woman in my bed last night—but he doesn’t need to know that.
    “Last night’s booty call wasn’t wearing any panties.”
    He laughs, shaking his