Page 47 of Kaden & Keegan
“Yeah?” Keegan glanced at Kaden, smirked.
“You’re talkin’ about ol’ Eddie Schneider’s place?” Zane prompted.
“Helluva deal,” Jaxson Briggs chimed in. “Considered snatchin’ it myself, to be honest.”
“Okay,” Kaden spoke up. “And your thoughts on an arcade?”
All eyes shifted from one person to the next, as though they were waiting for the punch line.
“You’re serious?” Zane chuckled.
“Not my first choice,” CJ stated.
The consensus from the peanut gallery was the same.
“Just an idea,” Keegan told them.
“Yours?” Zane asked with a grin.
“It might work,” CJ said, though there wasn’t much conviction in his words. “But I’m not sure the teenagers these days are interested in the same shit we were.”
“If it ain’t in their Instagram feed, hell, they don’t even know it exists,” Zane rumbled.
“Anyone else notice how everything’s sellin’ these days?” Sawyer mused.
Jaxson leaned in, rested his forearms on the table. “Shit, I remember back when Mack was thinkin’ about sellin’ this place.”
Yep. Keegan remembered it like it was yesterday. The whole town had been up in arms thinking their beloved bar would be out of commission, likely converted into a yarn store or some shit. It had been Mack’s son doing the pushing, attempting to get his father to turn his back on all of them so Daniel could turn him into someone he wasn’t.
Everyone in town knew that Daniel Schwartz had no qualms about flipping Mack’s life upside down. According to the rumor mill, he’d been doing it since he came to Coyote Ridge several years back with the excuse he was attempting to have a relationship with his absentee father. Over time, Mack’s elation at having his boy around had turned disastrous.
While Daniel never had stuck around for long, he’d jack-in-the-box it about the time Mack was getting back to normal, flip the man on his ear once again. And the dance would start again. Right up until Mack had finally put his foot down, refusing to give in to his son’s ridiculous attempts to ruin his life. The bar was now safe, and the town’s favorite bartender had up and married the man he’d been in love with. All was right in their world.
Keegan was grateful. He couldn’t imagine what his Friday nights would look like if these doors weren’t open.
“Are you really thinkin’ about doin’ it?” Jaxson asked. “Openin’ an arcade?”
Sawyer intervened before Keegan could respond. “I figured you’d be givin’ a go at the ol’ Tucker ranch.”
Keegan’s ears perked up. “What’re you takin’ about?”
Sawyer glanced around, frowned. “Ol’ Jeremiah Tucker. He’s gettin’ on up there in years. Ninety-one this year. His kids talked him into movin’ to Wyoming with them. He’s puttin’ the place up for sale.”
Keegan leaned in. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” Sawyer lifted his beer bottle, pausing before it reached his mouth. “I thought you knew.”
“Hell no, I didn’t.” If he had, he would’ve put an offer in already. “Do you know if it’s on the market yet?”
Sawyer shrugged. “No idea. Stop in and talk to my old man. He’s got the inside scoop. Been friends with ol’ Tuck for years.”
Keegan resisted the urge to look at his watch. He knew he couldn’t swing by Uncle Curtis’s tonight. But tomorrow was a different story.
He glanced over at Kaden, breathed a relieved sigh when his brother nodded his head. They’d go by there tomorrow. Talk to Curtis, maybe talk to Jeremiah Tucker.
Holy shit. A ranch.
Grinning ear to ear, Keegan gulped the rest of his beer. No way could this night get any better.
