Page 39 of Losing Kyler
“Same time next Saturday, Mr. Kennedy,” she says in a clipped tone of voice, flicking her thick, dark hair over her shoulder. With her voluptuous mouth, sallow skin, and curvy figure, she reminds me of a younger Sophia Vergara. She even has that sexy, sensual quality to her voice.
“Thank you. I’ll see you then.” Kaden avoids looking at her as he ushers us into the room. I take a quick wander around. The suite is larger than I expected, incorporating two separate double bedrooms and a shared bath. The common room is spacious and expensively furnished with two wide reclining leather couches and a massive wall-mounted flat screen TV. A top-of-the-range gaming system is hooked up to the TV, and the glossy coffee table is cluttered with a multitude of games and related paraphernalia. It’s a bone fide man cave.
“Scored some private lessons?” Brad teases.
“She’s one of my professors, asshat! And she’s married.” He closes the door with a bang.
“She’s clearlyverydedicated to turn up so early on a Saturday.” Brad plops down on one of the couches, stretching the length of it as he folds his hands underneath his head.
“Make yourself at home, Brad,” Kaden drawls sarcastically, “and drop the insinuation. I don’t appreciate it.”
“Jeez, man, when’d you get so serious? I was only messing about.”
Kaden ignores him, leaning over the back of the couch as he pins that intense gaze of his on me. “Keven isn’t here, Faye, but he’s due back shortly. Anything I can help with?”
I push Brad’s feet out of the way and sit down on the end of the couch. “I wanted his help with some computer stuff, so, not really, although, we could use your help back at the house.”
Kaden sighs. “What’s the latest?”
I proceed to fill him in on Alex’s drinking and lackadaisical attitude, especially when it comes to her work and Kent’s school, the showdown with James the other morning, and the threatened divorce—which, apparently, he was aware of because Ky had called him straight after—and Kal’s understandable melancholy mood. “Goddammit.” He exhales in frustration. “This entire situation is a clusterfuck of epic proportions.”
“I’m not going to argue with you on that front.”
“And what about the revelation about us, about our …” He stops mid-sentence, casting a furtive glance at Brad.
“Brad knows,” I confirm. “I told him.” Kaden scowls. “He’s not going to say anything, so take a chill pill.” His scowl grows darker. “And to answer your question, none of your brothers have said anything else to me or around me about your real dad. To be fair, it’s kinda minor in the context of everything else.
“True,” Kaden agrees, letting go of his evil Eddie expression.
“You’re still their brother. Who your dad is doesn’t change that.” I twirl a lock of my hair around my finger as the door swings inward and Keven strolls into the room. He halts on the spot when he sees me and Brad, his eyes widening in surprise.
“To what do we owe this honor?” he deadpans, unzipping his jacket and flinging it over a chair in the corner of the room. Muscles bulge and flex in his arms as he lounges against the desk.
“I need your help.”
His brows inch up. “Go on.”
“Firstly, have you made any progress tracing that email Ky received?”
He shakes his head. “Not yet. Whoever they are, they knew what they were doing or hired someone who knew what they were doing. Every time I think I’ve gotten to the source, I’m rerouted again.” My brow puckers unhappily. “Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He pats my knee. “This is my forte, and I’m damned good at it. I’ll crack it eventually.”
“Modest much, Keven?” Brad teases.
“That’s enough out of you, pipsqueak.”
“Pipsqueak?” I alternate my gaze from Brad to Keven and back again.
“It’s the nickname he gave me when I was growing up because I was so small. I was a late starter,” Brad explains for my benefit.
My eyes trail up and down his strong, muscular, tall body. “Well, you sure as shit made up for it.”
Brad’s gaze lands on my mouth as he shoots me a cocky wink. “Yep. Sure did.”
Kaden coughs purposely. “Enough with the flirting. Keven and I have stuff to do, so can we wrap this up.”
My good mood evaporates on the spot. It seems Kaden can’t get me out of here fast enough. Brad pushes up off the couch, glaring at Kaden. “Hey, man, she’s your cousin, and you can’t give her ten minutes of your time?”
Kaden cricks his neck from side to side. “I didn’t mean that how it sounded, Faye. I’m cranky from lack of sleep, and I’ve got a shit ton of stuff to do today is all. Don’t take it personally. You’re welcome to visit anytime. Maybe, just call first next time?”
