Page 71 of The Love We Make

“Ty, holy shit,” Cam said, almost laughing. “A golf tournament is the last place I ever thought I would find you.”

I moved away from Aaron more aggressively. I was too distracted to be polite. Too flustered by the fact that Ty was here.

My Ty.

Ty from the bar.

Ty that bought me top-shelf vodka.

Ty that had dance moves better than most tank-looking men should.

Ty, the one that let Chase tell him he had to get away from me.

Oh, that’s right. I didn’t like Ty. He was big and sexy and weak as fuck.

But I sure the hell didn’t want Aaron on me either, so instinctually, I leaned toward Ty.

“This is Madison, she is our team caddy,” Cam said introducing us.

Were we supposed to act like we never met? I wasn’t sure.

“Hi,” I said shyly.

“Yeah, I know Madison. Loves vodka, dancing, and ditching,” Ty smirked, not holding out his hand or any other appropriate gesture.

So I nodded and tried to save face. “Oh, that’s right. I have met Ty. Makes friends with the bartender, a little weak-minded, and pees a lot.”

His eyes burned into mine, but I didn’t see annoyance or anger. I think I saw a hint of humor. I wanted to ask him why he let Chase play him but now wasn’t the time.

“Let’s get out there,” Preston said excitedly, while also changing the subject. He was by far the youngest of the group. He looked just as starstruck as I was by Cam. But he looked equally starstruck by Ty.

Interesting.

I followed the guys to the carts and climbed onto the back of the one Cam got in. I figured he was a safe bet to hang with. Becca was his sister and she and I had become fast friends. And I wanted to avoid both Ty and Aaron a little longer.

Luckily, Preston hopped on with Cam and us three drove off as Ty and Aaron followed us in the other cart down to the course.

It took me a few silent holes of golf before I started getting the hang of them asking for numbers. But when I got it, I was a professional.

Ok not really. But I did figure out how each one of them played their game and used that to help them.

Cam was smart and analyzed every hit, tap, and putt. He chose the club that best suited his needs.

Aaron was similar. He looked and decided based on what he thought he needed.

Preston followed whatever Cam did.

And Ty? Well, Ty used one club for every hit—the Driver. The biggest club in his bag. Didn’t matter if he was putting or digging one from the dirt, it was always the driver.

Cam was right, he was the reason they were losing. He didn’t give a shit where his ball landed. He did seem to be enjoying himself, though, laughing and playing with the other three guys. He would occasionally shoot me a look but didn’t speak much to me at all. Not mad or annoyed, just silent.

Aaron, meanwhile, thought he was Ethan and started talking and acting like Ethan. He kissed my temple and grabbed my hand. He teased me and kept asking me if I was ok or needed anything. It was exactly how Ethan acted at the home run derby.

I was more turned off by Aaron than ever. He had officially become one ofthoseguys. The ones that wanted tobeEthan.

I must have gotten more annoyed and put off than I thought because, by hole 17, Ty finally spoke words to me that wasn’t, “Driver.”

“Want me to beat his ass?” He asked vaguely as Aaron took his turn at the tee.