Page 22 of Kaden & Keegan
“Yeah? That all you been doin’ with the boss lady? Talkin’?” Keegan teased.
“You know she’s not interested in men, right?”
Keegan’s gaze darted to Kaden. “Seriously?”
His brother laughed. “Sometimes you’re clueless, you know that?”
A lesbian?
Hmm. Sounded kinda hot.
Shaking off the lewd and completely inappropriate thoughts of his boss, Keegan shifted topics. “What were you talkin’ to Bristol about this mornin’?”
He remembered the way the pair had looked standing in that office. Almost cozy.
Kaden’s eyes cut his way briefly, then turned back to the potatoes he was poking with a fork. “She asked if we were goin’ to the fall festival.”
Seemed an odd topic, but whatever. “When have we missed one? What did you tell her?”
“She asked if we’d participate in the auction.”
“Auction? As in what? We sellin’ Kaleb’s coffee table?”
“Not that sort of auction.”
“Good. I kinda like that coffee table.” He grabbed a beer from the fridge, passed one to his brother. “So what’s she wantin’ to auction?”
“Us. To the highest bidder.”
It took a minute for the words to process. When they did, Keegan barked a laugh, unable to control himself.
“Did you shudder and shriek? Wouldn’t that kinda thing offend your delicate sensibilities?”
“Fuck off.”
“I assume you told her no.”
“Actually, I called Mayor Stewart and told her to count us in.”
Turning his full attention to Kaden, he waited for him to deliver the punch line, because surely this was a joke. Keegan was the type to jump at the opportunity to have women throwing money his way. Kaden was the one who insisted on flowers and wine and shit.
“It’s on Saturday, by the way.”
“You’re serious?”
On a normal day, his tight-ass brother would’ve been quick with the hell no. Then again, Kaden had a thing for Bristol, and somewhere in that warped and twisted brain, he probably figured this was their way in with her. After all, the effort Kaden had made over the last ten months had gone so well.
“What’s the catch?” There had to be one.
“No catch. It’s for a good cause, and Bristol asked nicely. Who was I to disappoint?”
“You’re hopin’ she’ll bid on us,” he accused.
“I’m hopin’ we won’t stand up there lookin’ like a coupla idiots.”
Keegan took a long pull on his beer, let the information his brother just sprang on him set in. “So the girl you’ve got the hots for wants to auction you for a date. You’re quick to say yes and there’s nothin’ you’re hopin’ to gain from this?”
Sounded like heartache waiting to happen.
