Braydon(91)

“Good. So far. A little hectic, to be honest. I only thought I had some excited fans. You should see the women who go crazy for Dalton and Cooper,” Cheyenne said with a chuckle.

Brendon watched the interaction between Braydon and Cheyenne. It seemed easy, like they were old friends just hanging out and chatting. Why the hell couldn’t it be that easy for him?

“How’s Jessie?” Cheyenne asked Braydon.

“She’s doing good. Really good, actually.”

“Did she mention that I’ve hired Kylie to restore my old house?”

“No, she didn’t. Your house in Nashville?” Braydon inquired.

“No,” Cheyenne said, glancing over her shoulder to look at Brendon before turning her attention back to Braydon. “I bought a house here.”

Brendon was surprised he was still standing. The room seemed to be spinning, yet he had no idea why.

“Here? As in Coyote Ridge?” Braydon asked.

“Yeah. It’s an old Victorian, and although it’s a horrendous shade of blue, I think it’ll make an amazing house once she’s done.”

“Holy f*ck,” Brendon muttered, his hand on the wall. He hoped like hell he didn’t look as bad as he felt.

“You bought the blue house on Jackson Road?” Braydon asked suspiciously.

“I did,” she answered tentatively.

Brendon had no choice but to sit down. It was that or fall over. He knew if one of them asked him a question, he wouldn’t be able to answer, so he calmly lowered himself onto the couch beside Cheyenne. He made sure there was a good distance between them, but that was the closest place and he suddenly felt as though his legs were made of spaghetti.

“And Kylie’s going to renovate it for you?” Braydon asked, his eyes boring into Brendon.

What? Did his brother expect him to just lapse into an easy conversation with this woman? She had just thrown him a curveball that had hit him right in his nuts. She bought a house in Coyote Ridge. Which meant he’d be seeing more of her.

He didn’t know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

And he didn’t know if he would ever actually figure that out.



BRENDON LOOKED LIKE shit. His face had turned an interesting shade of green, and Braydon was beginning to actually worry about him. Was this a residual effect from the accident? Or did this woman just have that much power over his brother?

Braydon had never seen Brendon like this. Never.

The man didn’t get tongue-tied over women. Ever. Yet Cheyenne Montgomery had an interesting effect on Brendon. That was for sure.

“So what brings you over here?” Braydon finally asked, tearing his gaze off his brother for a moment.

“I wanted to see how Brendon was,” she answered easily.

Braydon noticed that she continued to glance sideways at Brendon as though she thought he might just jump on her or something.

“Did Travis really call you?” Braydon asked, recalling Brendon’s flippant explanation as to why Cheyenne was there.

“Yeah. He thought I would want to know.”

“And did you?” Brendon snapped.

“Yes, actually, I did,” Cheyenne snapped back. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“Maybe,” Brendon told her. “Actually, yes. It is. You should stay the f*ck away from me, Cheyenne. I know you’re smarter than that.”

Aww, f*ck. Braydon sighed. Here they went. Brendon was going off on a tangent, being a total dickhead to this woman. And why? Because she had the decency to check up on Brendon after he’d been hospitalized. Braydon wasn’t sure there was any rationalizing with his twin, so he didn’t even bother to try.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Cheyenne bit out. “I’m not sure I understand what exactly it is that I’ve done to make you hate me so damn much.”

“Hate you? Why the hell would I hate you?” Brendon argued.

Braydon noticed his brother’s somewhat green color had faded, leaving his skin a strange shade of pale. He kept his eyes on him, growing more worried by the second.

“Well, jeez, if you don’t hate me, I really don’t want to know how you treat people that you do.”

“I don’t f*cking hate anyone,” Brendon gasped, his eyes locked with Cheyenne’s.

Braydon could’ve been on another planet for all these two cared. They were suddenly engaged in a staring contest, and Braydon wasn’t sure which of them was going to win.

“I just don’t see why you even bothered, Cheyenne. It’s not like I expected you to actually give a f*ck.”

“Hold up,” Braydon growled. “Is this really necessary?”

“Shut up,” Brendon barked. “This is between me and her.”

“Between us? Just like all of the other times you’ve told me what you thought about me?” Cheyenne retorted as she pushed to her feet.

Braydon hadn’t planned to stand up, but suddenly Brendon was on his feet too and he’d taken a step closer to Cheyenne. The two of them were practically chest to chest, which was how Braydon ended up in between them.

But before he could tell Brendon just what he thought about his attitude . . . His brother passed the f*ck out, his lax body falling onto the couch.



“ARE YOU SURE you want me to drop you off here?” Kylie asked Jessie as they pulled up to Braydon and Brendon’s house.