task for her; my grandmother used to do the same thing. Max followed behind her, holding his hand out for me to shake.
“I hope you’re ready for the golf course after brunch,” he said, giving my hand a firm squeeze. I nodded my head. I couldn’t tell my father-in-law no, especially when he was Max Stine. So much for getting home early.
***
Brunch was… boring. All the women talked about were flowers, cakes, party favors, colors… blah, blah, blah. Poor Becs. I could tell she was uncomfortable for most of the conversation. Especially when she found out my mother was the one to send our engagement pictures to the Chicago Tribune . She smacked my thigh under the table when I began to scold my mother. I didn’t understand; Becca was floored because of that. Why would she get embarrassed when I yelled at my mother for doing something that irritated the hell out of her? There are some things I won’t ever understand about women.
I was thankful to be out on the golf course, even if I had to share a golf cart with RJ. I planned on giving him a piece of my mind about Chino talking to Becca and how he wanted her to make his plans. Once we were all set to go, Michael, Becca’s brother, and Max lead the way in their cart to the first tee box. It was about a ten minute ride according to the golf course attendant.
“You did pretty good at brunch with all that wedding talk,” RJ said.
I huffed under my breath. I mainly kept my mouth shut.
“You should try not to snap at your mother though. She gets really bothered when you don’t treat her well.”
“You’re one to talk,” I sneered.
He shrugged his shoulders. “I know. I’m working on it. She’s in a much better mood when I’m nice, and she’s very… giving,” he smirked.
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want to hear about that.”
“Just thought I’d let you in on the secret. Women put out a lot more if you’re nice to them, act like you care.”
“The difference between you and me is I actually care about my future wife,” I snapped. “I don’t pretend to care. She’s the only thing that matters to me on this Godforsaken planet. I care so much that I’ll kill you if Chino comes anywhere near her again.”
RJ whipped his head in my direction, acting shocked by the change in conversation.
“Oh don’t act like you didn’t know. He met with her on Friday,” I grumbled. “Since you delayed making his plans for him.”
“I didn’t know. I have the plans already drawn. He knows that.” RJ said in confusion.
My jaw ticked. “Then why the hell was he meeting with Becca?”
RJ blinked then looked back in front of him. “I have no idea.”
“RJ, we need to be done with him! He’s trying to weasel his way into this company. I won’t let Grandpa’s name be ran through the mud because of him. We need to cut ties.”
“Tyler, that’s ludicrous. You of all people know how much we need his business,” he scolded.
“Money isn’t everything. I know that’s a hard concept for you to understand.”
“I know you don’t believe me, but I do care about my father’s name and this company. I care about leaving it to you and your brothers so you can leave it to your children someday. I’m not a money hungry monster,” he said with all seriousness.
I let out a superficial laugh. He was really putting on a show now.
“I’m serious, Tyler.” His tone was tempered with sincerity, and my chest tightened. I glanced at him, not sure what to say or how to deal with the uncomfortable feeling that was washing over me.
“I’ll talk to him about meeting with Becca; let him know that we’re the only ones he deals with in the company, no one else.”
“And the subdivisions?” I murmured as though it was a dirty word.
“It’s a lot of money to pass down.” RJ stopped the cart and turned his full attention towards me. “But I suppose
“I hope you’re ready for the golf course after brunch,” he said, giving my hand a firm squeeze. I nodded my head. I couldn’t tell my father-in-law no, especially when he was Max Stine. So much for getting home early.
***
Brunch was… boring. All the women talked about were flowers, cakes, party favors, colors… blah, blah, blah. Poor Becs. I could tell she was uncomfortable for most of the conversation. Especially when she found out my mother was the one to send our engagement pictures to the Chicago Tribune . She smacked my thigh under the table when I began to scold my mother. I didn’t understand; Becca was floored because of that. Why would she get embarrassed when I yelled at my mother for doing something that irritated the hell out of her? There are some things I won’t ever understand about women.
I was thankful to be out on the golf course, even if I had to share a golf cart with RJ. I planned on giving him a piece of my mind about Chino talking to Becca and how he wanted her to make his plans. Once we were all set to go, Michael, Becca’s brother, and Max lead the way in their cart to the first tee box. It was about a ten minute ride according to the golf course attendant.
“You did pretty good at brunch with all that wedding talk,” RJ said.
I huffed under my breath. I mainly kept my mouth shut.
“You should try not to snap at your mother though. She gets really bothered when you don’t treat her well.”
“You’re one to talk,” I sneered.
He shrugged his shoulders. “I know. I’m working on it. She’s in a much better mood when I’m nice, and she’s very… giving,” he smirked.
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want to hear about that.”
“Just thought I’d let you in on the secret. Women put out a lot more if you’re nice to them, act like you care.”
“The difference between you and me is I actually care about my future wife,” I snapped. “I don’t pretend to care. She’s the only thing that matters to me on this Godforsaken planet. I care so much that I’ll kill you if Chino comes anywhere near her again.”
RJ whipped his head in my direction, acting shocked by the change in conversation.
“Oh don’t act like you didn’t know. He met with her on Friday,” I grumbled. “Since you delayed making his plans for him.”
“I didn’t know. I have the plans already drawn. He knows that.” RJ said in confusion.
My jaw ticked. “Then why the hell was he meeting with Becca?”
RJ blinked then looked back in front of him. “I have no idea.”
“RJ, we need to be done with him! He’s trying to weasel his way into this company. I won’t let Grandpa’s name be ran through the mud because of him. We need to cut ties.”
“Tyler, that’s ludicrous. You of all people know how much we need his business,” he scolded.
“Money isn’t everything. I know that’s a hard concept for you to understand.”
“I know you don’t believe me, but I do care about my father’s name and this company. I care about leaving it to you and your brothers so you can leave it to your children someday. I’m not a money hungry monster,” he said with all seriousness.
I let out a superficial laugh. He was really putting on a show now.
“I’m serious, Tyler.” His tone was tempered with sincerity, and my chest tightened. I glanced at him, not sure what to say or how to deal with the uncomfortable feeling that was washing over me.
“I’ll talk to him about meeting with Becca; let him know that we’re the only ones he deals with in the company, no one else.”
“And the subdivisions?” I murmured as though it was a dirty word.
“It’s a lot of money to pass down.” RJ stopped the cart and turned his full attention towards me. “But I suppose
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