Chapter One
Present Day
Monday, October 19, 2020
Keegan Walker stared at his twin, doinghis damnedest to get the man to come over to his way of thinking. Being as he’d been working on Kaden for the better part of ten minutes, it wasn’t looking good for him.
“All right. What about a bakery?”
“Coyote Ridge already has a bakery,” Kaden countered.
“Pet store?”
“No.”
“Gym?”
“No.”
“Vape shop?”
Kaden shot him aget reallook. “No.”
“Thrift shop?” Of course, that had Keegan doing his rendition of Macklemore’s “Thrift Shop.” “I’m gonnapopsometags… only got twentydollasin my pocket.”
A little too much twang, he thought, but not terrible.
“Stick to your day job, Keeg.”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. “Fine. No thrift shop. What about an arcade?”
Kaden narrowed his eyes in that manner that spoke of disbelief combined with a modicum of concern. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. Seriously.” Keeganwasserious, and he wasn’t sure how much clearer he could be. Yet Kaden didn’t seem to be on board, hence the reason he was feigning ignorance.
“Is this some sorta midlife crisis?” Kaden questioned, his dark eyebrow lowered at a sharp slant, his incredulity evident.
“First off, we’re a long damn way frommidlife. And two, it’s a damn fine idea and you know it.”
“Oh, yeah? And who in their right mind is gonna hang out in an arcade? In Coyote Ridge?”
“Just becauseyou’reold doesn’t mean we all are,” Keegan argued, staring at the man who was more or less his mirror image. “Have you seen the town lately? They’re finally gettin’ with the program.”
“Yada, yada, I got it,” Kaden sniped. “Ever since Rex opened the B and B, blah, blah. I know the spiel, Keeg.”
But what a spiel it was. The Double R Bed and Breakfast had been open for a year, and it had proven to be a fruitful venture in just a short time. The big, renovated farmhouse right in the heart of town had been at capacity every weekend since the opening, and it didn’t appear they’d be letting up anytime soon. What more could a small-town hotel ask for? Or those who had invested in the project from the jump?
Keegan grinned wide. “Damn good idea, wasn’t it? I knew that place would be a helluva investment.”
“Frog giggin’, cow tippin’, and a B and B. What more could Coyote Ridgepossiblyoffer?” Kaden grumbled.
“An arcade,” Keegan answered, deadpan.
Kaden rolled his eyes again.
Keegan had known his brother would react this way. They might share the same DNA code, but there was no denying their personalities were polar opposite. Kaden had always been the level-headed one, the one who came up with a plan even when a plan wasn’t necessary. Keegan was more of the fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kinda guy. He tried not to take things too seriously, while Kaden spent more time thinking than actually doing. And sure, Keegan could admit his brother was usually right when it came down to their arguments.
Didn’t mean Keegan agreed with his twin. In fact, most of the time they didn’t see eye to eye at all.