Page 17 of The Addendum

Maddox grinned, striking a pose. “Old-fashioned golfing attire.”

I shook my head. He wore an argyle vest overtop a collared white shirt. The shirt was tucked into golf knickers—pants that ended at the knee. Covering his calves were a pair of jaunty matching argyle socks. There were fringes on his shoes. A cap on his head.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, Aiden was dressed to match.

Maddox, with his long, lean build, carried it off. Aiden looked like a sausage stuffed into a tight casing. His massive arms and chest stretched the argyle, distorting the pattern. The pants looked as if they were painted on, and his socks barely reached the bottom of his pants, his knees half exposed.

I started to laugh.

“You two are fucking ridiculous.”

Maddox grinned, holding out a bag. “I got you one too.”

“Not on your life,” I replied.

“We’re all wearing them. Reed keeps calling us the old guys, so we’re dressing the part.”

Aiden cracked his knuckles. “Then we’ll kick his ass. Show him who’s old.”

“You cannot tell me that Bentley agreed to wear that getup.”

“Bentley’s not on our team. Reed picked him for his side.”

“Reed picked Bentley over me? I’m going to be his father-in-law.”

“He picked Halton over Van. The boy is competitive.”

“I’m a good golfer.”

“Not as good as Bentley.”

“I’m switching teams. I am not wearing that.”

“Nope—no switching. You’re with us.”

“Jesus Murphy,” Bentley said loudly as he walked closer, dressed in a polo shirt and dark pants, much like me. My polo shirt was cool, though, with a pattern. Bentley’s was plain white. “What the hell are you wearing?”

“That’s what I said,” I mumbled. I spoke louder. “By the way, you’re on their team now. Reed changed his mind.”

Bentley laughed. “Nope. He wants to win, so he picked me.”

“It’s supposed to be about fun.”

Maddox scoffed. “It’s all about the pot and the bragging rights. He threw over his father and father-in-law–to-be for the money. Put on your uniform and let’s go.”

“I am not wearing that monstrosity.”

Katy slipped her hand into mine. “Go and change, Richard. Then have fun.”

“Katy—”

She interrupted me. “You’ll rock it. You know you will.” She leaned up and kissed my cheek, dragging her lips to my ear. “I guarantee you a hole in one when you get home.”

“Do I have to wear the socks?”

“Yes,” Maddox replied dryly. “The whole outfit.”

“I’m withdrawing my blessing for this wedding,” I muttered, stalking into the house.