Page 61 of Kaden & Keegan
Kaden steered the truck back to the house, fighting a smile.
“A fuckin’ ranch,” Keegan said on an excited exhale. “Can you believe it?”
“It’s not a done deal yet,” he informed his twin. “There’re a lot of hurdles to jump through first.”
His brother sighed and Kaden felt shitty for taking the wind out of his brother’s sails.
“I know. But this is more of an opportunity than we’ve had in a long damn time.” Keegan grinned again. “What time’s the bank open in the mornin’?”
“Probably eight.”
“So we’ll be there at five till. Cool?”
Since Keegan’s idea of being on time meant ten minutes late, Kaden had to think his brother was serious about this. Then again, why wouldn’t he be? They’d only dreamed about this their entire life.
Kaden didn’t bother to answer because the question didn’t require one. Regardless of what he said, Keegan would be at the bank first thing tomorrow morning. If Kaden had any hope of making this work, he had to get everything in order before then. Which meant he would have to check into their finances. Luckily for them both, Kaden was the one who had squirreled away money all these years. Not only his own but Keegan’s as well. Had he left it to Keegan, they would’ve had a house full of video games and not a damn thing set aside for their future.
It sure as hell helped that they’d been living with family for some time now. Because of that, and the ridiculously small amount of rent Uncle Curtis had asked for, Kaden had been able to save a large portion of their paychecks. Based on simple math, they definitely had what they needed to get the ranch.
However, he couldn’t deny he was excited about the prospect. Question would come down to credit scores, rates, and all that noise.
Not that he would tell Keegan as much. Not yet. Not until they saw everything laid out on paper.
A fucking ranch.
Kaden spent the rest of the day going over the numbers, checking their credit scores, and downloading information from the bank’s website. While he sat on the couch with his MacBook propped in his lap, Keegan was reclined in the chair, his Xbox controller in hand, headset covering his ears.
Every so often, Kaden’s gaze would lift to the screen and he’d watch as his brother wrecked yet another vehicle.
That was one gene he hadn’t gotten that Keegan had. Kaden had never been much into video games. He would play, sure. From time to time he would give in to his brother, pick up a controller to stop the harassment. As they’d gotten older though, the novelty had worn off for him. He suspected the same could be said for Keegan, but for his brother, it was a way to pass the time.
So he sat quietly, continuing to look at their finances, pulling together the documents the bank’s website said they would need to get a mortgage, and waited patiently for Keegan to get frustrated enough to quit the game.
“Son of a bitch,” Keegan grunted, yanking the headset off his head and tossing it onto the coffee table.
“We need to talk,” Kaden said the moment he had his brother’s attention.
“If it’s not about the ranch, it’s not a topic I care to discuss.”
Which meant Keegan already knew Kaden was ready to talk about Bristol.
“We can’t avoid this forever.”
“Sure we can. It’s what we do with all the women who pass through our beds.”
Kaden stared over at Keegan, his frustration building. “And just how many women do we take to our beds?”
“Not nearly enough, man.”
“Keegan, I’m serious.”
His brother’s gaze swung over. Keegan looked pissed, but that had been what Kaden was going for. He knew Keegan was angry over what had happened the other night, about how he’d reacted. What Kaden didn’t understand was why he was so hell-bent on sabotaging a good thing.
“Bristol didn’t deserve what you said to her,” he said, broaching the subject.
“Yeah, well, I only spoke the truth. You know as well as I do that she can’t handle it.”
He held on to his temper, knowing it would get him nowhere. “She’s important, Keeg.”
