Page 17 of Kaden & Keegan


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“Oh, no. I’m not…” She shook her head. “I’m not in the market for a date. But I’ll be there to watch the action. I mean, it’s for a good cause. Bianca’s raisin’ money for the church’s annual Thanksgiving Dinner. To ensure every resident has a hearty meal.”

“Does sound like a good cause.”

“It is.” Bristol held his gaze. “So, can I tell Bianca she has two more entries?”

Kaden’s gaze shot over to his brother momentarily. “No.”

Bristol couldn’t deny she was a little hurt that he’d turned her down so easily. She thought for sure she’d be able to convince them. If she’d been smart, she would’ve approached Keegan about it first. He seemed to be the more amenable of the two of them.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that.” Bristol injected as much cheer into her tone as she could. No way would she let him hear her disappointment or misconstrue it in any way.

Kaden’s eyes locked on hers. “If I do agree, you’d get one entry.”

Bristol nodded, smiled as curiosity won out. “You’re signin’ Keegan up, I presume?”

He shook his head, his voice gruff and low when he said, “We’re a package deal, sweetheart. I think you’ve figured that out by now.”

Heat coiled in her belly, tightening something deep in her core. Her thoughts instantly drifted back to the night at Alluring Indulgence, the three of them in her hotel room. Games and alcohol had led to some rather intense moments, and yes, she’d gotten her first taste of the twins.

At the time, she’d been somewhat surprised despite the fact she’d heard about their unconventional methods to dating. Not that they hid their intentions. Every so often, Bristol would catch a glimpse of the two of them with one woman, usually at the bar. In their defense, they never did anything in public. Not so much as kissing, but she’d seen them at Moonshiners, the way the two of them managed to convince some lucky woman to go home with them.

And yes, perhaps she’d fantasized about being the filling in that sexy twin sandwich a time or two. She was human.

Bristol swallowed hard, forced herself not to look at Kaden. She had to get this conversation back on track.

Taking a deep breath, she cleared her throat. “If you do agree … well, like I said, it’s for a really good cause.” Smiling, she turned toward her desk, keeping her eyes down as she reached for a Post-it note. “And I’m sure there’s one lucky lady out there who’ll be thrilled to go on a date with the two of you.”

She jotted down a message to call Bianca.

When she straightened, her eyes shot to Kaden’s face. That was when she noticed he’d moved toward her. He took another step closer and Bristol fought the urge to step back. He smiled and she forced herself to look him in the eye rather than let her gaze drift down to his sensuous mouth.

“Sweetheart, there’s only one lady we’d be interested in.”

“Who’s that?” She couldn’t help it if her voice came out in a strangled whisper.

Kaden didn’t respond, but his wicked smirk told her everything she needed to know.

Before she had to come up with an excuse as to why that would never happen, he broke eye contact and whistled for his brother. Bristol remembered where she was, shaking off the lust that had infused her blood. She managed a smile as Kaden made his way to the front doors.

“So is that a yes?” she blurted.

“I’ll think about it,” he said softly. “Get back to you.”

She was so busy watching Kaden that she didn’t prepare for the big, hard body that slipped past her, purposely brushing up against her. She told herself Keegan did it because she was standing in the path to the door, but the look he shot back at her said she was so very wrong.

Keegan tipped his hat and winked. “Thanks for lettin’ me hang, darlin’.”

“Anytime.” The word came out breathless, that very brief moment when the heat of his body had pressed against her back having made her head spin.

Heat flashed inside her as the two men headed for the door.

And when Kaden grinned back at her over his shoulder, she rolled her eyes, remembering her pledge to herself.

No way was she going to get caught up in that mess. No way, no how.

“Miss Bristol! Jessica threw a block at me!”

She jerked her attention back to the task at hand and turned toward the kids just as one of her teachers was making her way over to address the situation.