Page 65 of Kaden & Keegan
That was a lot of damn money.
“We’re good for it,” Kaden said, his voice oddly reassuring.
“We are?”
Another laugh from Griffin as he stared at Kaden. “I take it you’re the money man.”
“I have to be. Otherwise, we’d own stock in Xbox and not much else.”
Keegan probably should’ve been offended by that, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The ranch was theirs.
“It’s my understanding Tuck’s movin’ to Wyoming with his kids,” Kaden said. “There gonna be a problem with him signin’ the papers from there?”
“We’ll get it all worked out. I will need to get his John Hancock on a few things so we can get started processing the paperwork, but I’ve already talked to him. I called him up yesterday when I saw the application come through. I’ll meet with him this afternoon, get things underway.”
“What do you need from us?” Kaden asked.
While his brother and his cousin chatted it up, Keegan continued to stare at the paper in front of him. The one that had his and his brother’s names as the buyers for Tuck’s ranch. He was grateful Kaden was there to take care of the details, because he wasn’t sure he could do much of anything besides stare.
Theirs.
The ranch was…
He felt a little light-headed.
“Hey, Keeg? You all right?”
He honestly didn’t know, but he nodded anyway.
Two hours later, Keegan was doing his best to stay focused on the work he had before him, but his attention span was for shit. The only thing he could think about was what they needed to tackle first when they moved in. His goal was to get the ranch up and running, but he knew the house needed some work. Griffin had told them the earliest they’d be able to close on the place was thirty days from now.
Thirty days felt like an eternity.
“I was thinkin’ we’d take Tuck up on his offer to rent the place while we wait for closing,” Kaden said from beside him.
Keegan’s head snapped up. “Are you readin’ my mind?”
Kaden’s brow furrowed. “What? You just said thirty days felt like an eternity.”
Had he?
Well, hell. Now he was voicing his thoughts aloud.
“So we move when? Next weekend?”
A laugh sounded from his brother. “I was kinda thinkin’ we could give him a hand packin’ his stuff. That way his grandkids don’t have to do it all in a weekend. After work. A little each day.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Give us a chance to get eyes on what needs to be fixed.”
“And for me to get a grasp on finances. Figure out how we’ll handle the lot of it,” Kaden noted. “Why don’t we stop by after work? Talk to Tuck. Give you somethin’ to look forward to.”
Keegan grinned. Yeah. And until then, perhaps he could get his head back in the game.
*
After work, Kaden hauled his brother over to Tuck’s place. Turned out, the old man was happy to see them. Then again, he figured Tuck would’ve been happy to see pretty much anyone. It was a good thing he was moving to be closer to his kids. The man was clearly lonely and living out here all alone was a big reason why.
Tuck accepted their offer to help pack, but rather than let them get down to it, Tuck had kept them busy, showing off pictures of his kids and grandkids, his great-granddaughter. The man was proud, no doubt about it.
