Authors: Nicki Night
“No.” Stephen frowned, then shook his bald head back and forth. “I am talking about the future. Our future.”
Prior to Ken and Betty passing away, Nate had worked alongside his brothers in a lucrative real estate and contracting business based in California. They provided the perfect homes and locations for Hollywood directors to film movie scenes. When Ken met his wife and started their family, he moved to Betty's hometown in Southwood, Georgia. Nate and Stephen, wanting to be near their brother, then moved Reyes Realty and Contracting closer without actually being in Southwood. Atlanta, a rising home for television and film, was a perfect location. When Ken passed away, they realized that, in order to better care for their nieces, they had to commit to moving to Southwood.
“Whatever you're planning, stop.”
“Don't you want to be a part of the community?” asked Stephen.
“I am, more so than you.” Nate shuffled cards one good time, then stacked them in the center of the table. The back of the chair supported his weight when he leaned backward to reach in his pocket for his cell phone. Four missed texts in the last hour from three different women, one a bit antsier than the others. Brittany Foley, his after-school special. Nate grinned. The pre-K teacher had worked with Philly during the transition after Ken died. She also worked on Nate in a more intimate way. He scratched his chin and the hairs where the beard he hadn't bothered to shave away all week tickled his fingers.
Stephen sighed. “Hooking up with all the ladies in town is not considered being part of the community.”
“Whatever,” he mused. None of the women seemed to compare to Amelia. He dodged them at after-school pickup, went different directions down the aisle in the grocery store and hadn't paid attention to any of his text messages. Prior to Amelia, his messages never went unread. Now, eh. What was wrong with him?
“Speaking of your service...” Stephen cleared his throat before folding his arms across his chest. “You've been staying in all week. Something you need to tell me?”
“Like what?” Leave it to Stephen to pay attention to this part of his personal life. When they were kids, Nate had been the nosy one.
“Like something about the woman you distracted for Natalia.”
“Yeah, so much for the private conversation. You two were blasted all over the internet.” The corners of Nate's mouth turned upside down. The checkout lines were filled with photographs of Stephen and their childhood-friend-turned-reality-star. The guys knew Natalia way before she and her family became household names.
Stephen waved off the Nate's guilt. “Lexi's fine and we've never been better. I have you to thank. Natalia's looking to leave show business and we're in charge of finding a remote place for her.”
“You're welcome, I guess.”
“Want to talk about the woman on your mind?”
“Hell no,” Nate snapped and pushed away from the table.
Stephen threw his hands in the air in surrender. “Sorry, don't bite my head off.”
Nate waved his cell phone in the air and offered a cocky grin. “I am going to get back into the swing of things.”
“Attaboy.” Stephen began to give a slow clap. “I'm proud of you.”
Lexi bounced down the stairs. Her eyes looked between the two brothers. “Great. You agreed to do it.”
“Do what?” asked Nate. His eyes cut between his brother and Lexi.
Stephen pushed away from the wall and cleared his throat. “We hadn't gotten around to that part yet.”
“What haven't we gotten around to, big brother?” Nate leaned into the back of the chair, resting his long legs on the seat of the chair across from him.
Lexi stepped forward and flashed her tiara-winning smile. “We signed you up for the bachelor auction Saturday.”
Copyright © 2016 by Carolyn Hall
ISBN-13: 9781488003745
Riding into Love
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