“And Bristol?”
Kaden glanced over at him from behind the wheel. “Said she was tired.”
“That why she didn’t come to dinner?”
Kaden grunted, which Keegan knew was a sign that he wasn’t happy.
Unable to hold back any longer, Keegan asked what had happened.
He listened as Kaden told him about his arrival, finding her scantily clad, the two of them getting busy on the couch.
That was the thrilling part.
The not-so-thrilling stuff came after that.
“I invited her for dinner; she declined. Said she’s not ready for anyone to know about us, then tacked on the part about bein’ tired,” Kaden said.
Keegan’s teeth clamped together, but he fought back the anger. “She say how long she expects that to last?” He looked over at Kaden. “I do plan to tell Mom and Dad about the baby. It’s only fair.”
Another grunt from his brother.
“You know, I fuckin’ knew that—”
“Keegan, don’t,” Kaden barked. “Let it go.”
He glared at his brother. “What?’
“You heard me. Let it go for tonight. Don’t let it get to you. Not yet.”
A little fucking late for that.
Keegan’s temper had always had a flash point, and it appeared Bristol Newton knew exactly how to set it off.
But he managed a deep breath, reminded himself that this was new for Bristol. If she needed a little time, he could give it to her. Not much, but a little.
