Chapter 18
Great. Kameron was around again. Jacob had been hoping to not have to deal with his brother for a while.
His brother was still wearing his fucking tie from his precious day at the office or something. Didn’t Kameron look all special? Jacob wanted to spit right in his brother’s face, for looking around the house Jacob shared with their dad like that. Like Kameron was so much better.
Well, they’d come from the same exact place.
Calloway Fucking Grady and Augusta Tyler owned those two places now.
And now they were screwing around. It had been hard to miss at the damned dance two nights ago. They’d have everything—everyone knew Augusta worked for that cousin who’d inherited everything Vince Preston or whatever in the hell the guy’s name was had had. Millions.
That Tyler asshole had inherited millions.
Jacob remembered Gil, all right. They’d run into each other before. If Gil hadn’t come with a damned sidekick that day, Jacob would have taken him down. No problems.
But Tylers always traveled together and fought together. Always had each other’s backs.
Not like Kameron had ever had his.
Probably because they didn’t have the same mom or anything.
After they’d lost the ranch when Jacob had been like six, his mom had taken off. But Kameron had moved in with his mother for the next three years. He was eight years older than Jacob and hadn’t wanted to leave his mommy behind.
Jacob had always thought his brother was a big pussy.
All prissy and acting so smug. Kameron finished college—other than that, Masterson County. Same as Jacob.
Kameron wasn’t any better than he was. Kameron had just got lucky that his mom had given him money to buy those first two houses and everything a few years ago.
“She dump your ass yet?”
“Who? You seeing someone, Kam?” their dad asked.
He was still wearing his mechanic’s uniform.
His dad had worked for Monroe Tyler for two years now, but at least the asshole let his dad pick up tow jobs on the side.
Not all of his father’s old bosses would let him do that. But his dad liked working for this guy.
Jacob thought every Tyler in the county was a total dumbass, but his dad had to pay the bills on this castle of theirs somehow—all eight hundred fifty-eight square feet of it.
Not like they lived in a cushy three-story in the heart of Masterson. Right there across from the inn, or anything. Not like precious Kameron. Why did a single guy need six fucking bedrooms like that?
“I am not seeing someone. Yet. Jacob and I ran into each other at the dance the other night, after I danced with my assistant. I’m here to run a few things by you. I need an outside opinion.”
Never asked for Jacob’s opinion, did he?
Kameron shot Jacob a look—Jacob fought smirking back at him. So he’d pissed his brother off. Probably by mentioning that little nobody Kameron wanted to screw. “She isn’t that hot. What do you see in her?”
“Not one word about Quinn, Jacob. Or I’ll rip your throat out. I mean it, not one word about her.”
Well. So Jacob had hit a nerve.
“Tell me about this acquisition,” their father said. “Who is it with?”
“Cal and I are going in on it together.” His brother mentioned that asshole Grady like he wasn’t the son of the man who had lost their ranch for them. Like they were friends or something.
And Jacob’s father just stood there and listened. Like he gave a shit. As Kameron just talked and talked.
Like only he had something to say that would ever matter.
Of course he did, he was fucking Perfect Kameron, after all.
And Jacob had never measured up to his brother.
Well, fuck that.
Jacob grabbed his keys and took off. Let Kameron take care of their dad for the night.
Jacob was going to live his life while he still could.