Page 19 of Silks

Chapter 7 (Ophelia)

“Don’t bother,” my brother said in a cool voice. “You won’t be fucking Chet.”

“Oh, and who’s going to stop me?” I retorted angrily.

I didn’t really want to fuck Chet. But I definitely did want to piss Teddy off.

“I am,” my brother said, coming up behind me, his voice a low rumble in my ear.

I flicked him away impatiently, but he was already brushing past me and heading over to tee up.

My insides sizzled with anger at him. So fucking tall and cocky as shit, brushing past me like he could tell me what to do.

And it was the fucking cool unconcern I couldn’t stand. Like he wasn’t even mad.

Seething, I waited until he had lined up his shot perfectly. Like everything else he did, my brother had an excellent golf game.

Yeah, he was good at golf but all the bootlicking suck-up comments were annoying, too.

“Oh, Teddy always blows us out of the water”

“Teddy, bro, where did you get those clubs? I’m looking for a new set. . .”

“This man’s got fucking balls of steel”

So I waited, and when my brother had completed his endless ass-waggling foreplay in preparation for actually hitting the ball, I fake-sneezed as loud as I could 1.5 seconds before he hit the ball.

I was pleased to see him absolutely majestically top that ball, just send it dribbling down the hill.

“Sorry,” I said. “Must be allergies.”

Everyone but Teddy turned and looked at me indignantly, the cigar almost falling out of Dad’s mouth.

I saw a few of the guys dart nervous looks between me and Teddy, like my twin was going to come rampaging over to me.

I clenched my fists. Ooh, what I wouldn’t give for Teddy to get pissed at me, so I would have some excuse to hit him in the stomach with my golf club.

My brother was bending over and checking where he’d taken a huge chunk of grass out of the ground, and then he stood up and turned around.

“Bless you,” he said evenly, and I would have given anything to have some excuse to wring his neck.

“Damn, that didn’t go very far, did it?” I asked brattily.

My brother’s lips twitched.

“Guys, why don’t you play through? I’ll stay with my sister so we don’t hold you up.”

He walked back to stand beside me with those long, efficient strides.

God, why did my brother have to be 6’5 with stupid linebacker shoulders?

It was so hard to punish him.

I tossed my head and ignored him.