Page 4 of Kaden & Keegan
The door opened and Bristol appeared, fresh-faced, her silky brown hair pulled back into her normal ponytail. Her eyebrows lowered, confusion written all over her beautiful face.
“Hey,” she greeted even as she stuck her head out the door and peered down the hall. “What are you doing here?”
Keegan smirked. “The real question is why aren’t you downstairs?”
Her eyes widened as though she just remembered she’d promised to meet them in the bar.
“I am so sorry. I must’ve forgotten.”
Yep. Or she chickened out, which was likely her real reason for avoiding them.
“No worries. Mind if we come in?” Keegan asked, knowing his brother would be too tongue-tied to get the sentence out.
“In?”
Keegan held up the bottle of Goose, grinned. “Figured we’d bring the party to you. Hang out for a bit. Chat.”
Bristol’s eyes remained on his. “Chat?”
“Yeah. You know, that thing friends do?”
“Friends?”
Figuring they could spend half an hour doing this, Keegan took a step forward. “Perhaps we could have this discussion inside. Before we wake up any of those kiddos.”
That seemed to get through to her, because Bristol took a step back, but she never took her eyes off them.
“I was getting ready for bed.”
“Well, I was hopin’ we could hang out,” Keegan said, realizing Kaden really had lost the ability to speak.
Figured.
“And do what?” The edge of caution in Bristol’s voice made him smile.
“Watch a movie? Play cards? Gossip? Doesn’t matter,” he told her, then held up the bottle. “As long as we come up with a way to finish off this bottle.”
Bristol laughed and she seemed to settle somewhat. “Finish that off? It’s not even open.”
Keegan took care of that right quick. “Is now.”
While Bristol and Kaden acted like teenagers who were forced to play seven minutes in heaven, Keegan made his way into the bathroom, retrieved the two glasses the hotel kept stashed there. Why did they put them in the bathroom? he wondered. Seemed an awkward place for glasses.
Not that it mattered.
“All right,” he said when he returned. “You sit there.” He motioned for Bristol to move to the bed. “You”—he pointed to Kaden—“can sit in that chair. And I’ll take the floor.”
“You’re serious,” Bristol said, but at least she was following directions, making her way over to the bed.
“Very. So what’ll it be? Movie? Strip poker?” And because he’d thought of it and it sounded appealing, he added, “Seven minutes in heaven? We could play spin the bottle”—Keegan held up the bottle—“but we should probably wait till it’s empty.”
“I am not playing spin the bottle,” Bristol said with a laugh.
“Seven minutes in heaven it is.”
She laughed again and Keegan found he very much liked the sound. While he hadn’t found himself quite as infatuated with the cute little daycare owner—not the way Kaden was, anyway—he certainly understood the appeal. When she wasn’t on edge, she was fun and sweet and damn easy on the eyes.
Since neither of them had any suggestions, Keegan poured two fingers in each of the glasses, passed one to Bristol, the other to Kaden. Since he didn’t have another, he figured he’d drink straight from the bottle.
