Page 120 of Kaden & Keegan
“Jack. Damn it. Keep your—”
“Bristol’s pregnant?” Rachel asked, staring down at them with two plates in her hand. “Holy moly. That’s big news.”
Son of a bitch.
*
Ever since Kaden left Bristol’s house yesterday evening, more than a little disappointed that she had refused to go to Curtis and Lorrie’s for dinner, he had been thinking about her. More accurately, he was trying to determine the best way to broach the subject they were clearly avoiding.
Their relationship.
Specifically, what it meant for the three of them as well as the baby.
Rather than get frustrated the way he had last night, he figured it made more sense for them to talk this out. Which was why he’d proposed dinner tonight. Originally his offer had been for her to come to the ranch, but she had politely declined without giving him a reason.
But he knew. Oh, yeah. He definitely knew.
She was avoiding being seen with them.
Evidently she hadn’t given much thought to the fact she was driving around town in Keegan’s truck, or that both of their trucks had been parked at her house overnight. More than once.
But heaven forbid, if someone saw her attheirhouse, rumors could start.
So here he was.
“I know you might not believe this, but I do have food,” Bristol said when Kaden carried a bagful of groceries into her house on Monday night.
“I believe you,” he said with a grin, “but I doubt you’ll have the stuff for steaks and baked potatoes.”
“And what if I do?” she shot back, her eyes glittering.
“Well, if you do, then…” He glanced around, considered it. “I’ll be your sex slave for the night.”
Her eyebrows rose slowly, eyes glittering with interest.
“But if you don’t, you have to be ours.”
Bristol laughed, her cheeks growing pink. “Where’s Keegan?”
“He dropped me off. Ran to the store to grab a six-pack.”
“I’ll have to be sure to stock beer in the future,” Bristol said sweetly.
Because he had missed her despite his frustrations, Kaden took a moment to greet her appropriately. And his version of appropriate consisted of a long, lingering kiss that ended up with her perched on the countertop, him standing between her thighs. He was surprised to see she was wearing pajamas—which appeared to be a sweatshirt and a pair of tiny shorts—although he’d warned her they would be stopping by.
Right before he put thoughts of dinner behind them and dragged her to the nearest flat surface, Kaden pulled back.
“So, do you?” Now it was his turn to lift his eyebrows in question, waiting for her to confirm her deny.
She was breathless. “Do I what?”
“Have steak and potatoes?”
“I … uh…”
She blushed again and he knew what he’d find when he looked in her pantry. Pretty much the same as before. Nothing.
“Fine. You win. I haven’t been to the grocery store yet.” Her gaze swung over to the stove. “Nor do I have a workin’ oven. It’s been broken for a few years.”
