Tempt Our Fate: Chapter 16
Tempt Our Fate: A Small Town Enemies To Lovers Billionaire Romance
âShould I be concerned that youâre going to murder me and hide my body where no one will ever find me?â
I laugh, turning into the long driveway that leads up to my family home. âAs tempting as that is, how could I torture you if youâre dead?â
âFair point.â He looks out the window, and I wish I knew what he was thinking. What does he see when he looks at the place where I grew up? I donât know how you could look at the rolling hills, the mountains around us, and not fall in love with Sutten Mountain. Thereâs not a better view in this world than the one at the place I called home growing up.
I drive through the gate to the ranch, watching Camden look at the large âJennings Ranchâ sign that hangs over us.
âA ranch?â he questions. âWhat are we doing here?â
I keep driving, marveling at all the work thatâs been done already to prep the land for winter. I try and help my dad and my brother, Cade, out as much as possible, but with my own business, I canât be out here as much as Iâd like to. After my mom passed, I spent a lot of time here trying to do whatever I could to help my dad and my brother. After some time, I couldnât handle being around them. I couldnât handle being here, being reminded that I lost my mom, so I threw myself into work. All I did was eat, breathe, and sleep the bakery until I realized it was out of control, and I got Kitty to force me to get some work-life balance.
I had no idea what was going on with my brother, my dad was a shell of the man I knew growing up, and I didnât know what to do about it except to distract myself by working.
âIs the guy walking up to us going to help with your murder plot?â Camden teases. He seems looser than when we first started our day, more carefree. That might change once he figures out what I have planned for us.
âThe guy walking up to us is my brother. And while he can be a dick, I doubt he has any intention to murder you.â
âThatâs your brother? Is this your familyâs ranch?â He seems a little shocked as he looks around. It reminds me of how little we know each other. I donât know much about his family dynamic or his life outside of being here at all, actually. Itâs strange to spend an entire day with someone and not really know anything about them.
âWelcome home,â I say with enthusiasm, stopping my truck. Cade holds a saddle over his shoulder, looking at me with a confused expression.
I may have forgotten to mention to him that we were stopping by. Heâs been a disaster since Mare, my best friend and his girlfriend, left for work. Sheâs currently in Chicago writing a book and in constant meetings. I donât hear from her a lot, and while he might hear from her more than I do, I know he wonât get that depressing scowl off his face until sheâs back here in Sutten. If she comes back to Sutten. Itâs all up in the air right now.
âI shouldâve known you grew up somewhere like this.â Neither one of us makes a move to open the door, even though my brother stands in front of the truck with an even deeper frown on his face than he normally has.
âShould I be offended by that?â
For a fraction of a second, his gaze lingers on my lips. If I blinked, I wouldâve missed it. But I didnât miss it, and I canât help it when my tongue peeks out and traces the spot his focus was just on.
He clears his throat, making both of us jump. âI didnât mean it as an insult.â
âIâm shocked.â
âI just meant that I shouldâve known we grew up so differently. I grew up being scolded if I had a wrinkle in my clothing. You probably ran around the house with mud on your boots, and no one said a word.â
For a moment, I feel sad for the child he mustâve been. Itâs only a tiny crumb of information about his life, but it tells me enough. We grew up very differently, and maybe if I got to know him a little more, Iâd find out that thereâs more to him other than just being a grumpy asshole.
Before I can say anything else, the driverâs-side door is ripped open. I almost fall out in front of both of them.
âCade!â I yell, adjusting my butt in the seat. âWhat was that for?â
âWhat are you doing here, Pip?â
Camden snickers from the other side of me. âPip?â
I aim a dirty look his way, totally forgetting that ten seconds ago, I was almost feeling sorry for him.
âAnd who is this?â Cadeâs tone is not friendly. He definitely isnât rolling out the welcome mat for our new guest. Heâs acting every bit the overprotective big brother, even though he has no reason to be.
âThis,â I begin, sliding out of the truck and planting my boots on the ground, âis Camden Hunter. He took over the Richardson gallery.â
âThe guy you called a prick because he bought the space you wanted?â
Camdenâs eyebrow arches in curiosity as he rounds around the front of the vehicle. I was too busy gawking at my brotherâs unnecessary comment to notice Camden even getting out to begin with.
âI didnât want to buy the space,â I lie, suddenly embarrassed. For some reason, I donât want Camden to know I wanted the space he now owns. I donât want him to have that to hold against me. Because Iâm sure things canât stay neutral between us forever, and even though today heâs been friendlier than normal, I know there will be a time when weâll go back to arguing, and when that happens, Iâd rather him not know that Iâd always dreamed of buying the art gallery to allow myself more space for Wake and Bake.
Cade fixes the ball cap on his head. âWhat are you talking about? All you ever rattled on about was saving up the money to buy their place and yours and merge them together.â He pulls me closer to him, running his gloved hand along my forehead. âDid you get concussed and not tell anyone?â
I shove my brother away, wiping at my skin to see if he got any dirt on me. âCade, you have no idea what youâre talking about.â
My brother gives me an odd look, but thankfully, he drops it. Iâm sure the next time he gets me alone, he might ask about it, though. Iâll answer him when I have to. Right now, Iâm more concerned about the inquisitive stare Iâm getting from Camden.
Cade pulls a leather glove off his hand and sticks it into the back pocket of his jeans. He extends his hand, waiting for Camden to shake it. âNice to meet you, Mr. Hunter. Iâm Cade.â
Camden takes his hand. Itâs funny to watch the two of them shake hands, knowing how vastly different they are. My brother is a country boy with his worn-in jeans and faded cap on his head. Thereâs dirt on his shirt from working today, and his boots are littered with scuffs. Camden barely has a hair out of place, despite riding around with the windows down with me today. He looks a tad more casual than he normally is by not wearing a suit jacket, but the nice button-up shirt and slacks are no match for the ranch.
I fight a smile at the idea of him on a horse with what heâs currently wearing.
âYou can just call me Camden.â
Cade nods, crossing his arms across his chest. Heâs tanâtoo tan. I make a mental note to make sure he and Dad are applying sunscreen every morning. They spend all day out in the sun, and if I find out they arenât taking care of their skin, theyâre going to get a long lecture.
âWhat brings you out here, Camden?â
Camden focuses on me. I hate the way that even when he looks so out of place standing in our driveway, he somehow still looks good. He almost looks like he belongs here, even though heâs dressed for a business meeting and not a trail ride. âI wish I could tell you, but Iâm along for the ride. Your sister is in charge today.â
Cade laughs. âCareful giving her that much power.â
âIâm already regretting it.â His tone is teasing, and it doesnât feel like a jab.
I clap my hands together. Iâm ready to put him through it a little so maybe he becomes an asshole again. I can handle Camden being a dick; Iâm used to it. What Iâm not equipped to deal with are the lingering looks on my lips and the nice things heâs saying every now and then. âCamden is here for a trail ride.â
âA what?â Camden asks, a scowl appearing on his face once again. There it is. This Camden Iâm much more familiar with.
âYou canât take him on a trail ride wearing that.â Thereâs humor in Cadeâs voice. He was there the night we first met Camden. If you could even call it a meeting. I accidentally ran into this asshole, spilled beer all over him, and he was pissed. Cade was there, but Iâve since learned he was too busy pining after my best friend to pay attention to what was going on. Probably for the best because he also didnât notice that I was flirting with Chase, one of his good friends.
âIâm not going on a trail ride at all,â Camden interjects, looking at me as if Iâve had the craziest idea in the world to take him out on the trails.
âWeâre getting you to fall in love with Sutten,â I argue, already walking toward the stables. Luckily, it seems like we donât have any guests here right now out on the trails, so weâll have the stables and trails all to ourselves. âAnd I happen to know the best view in Sutten comes from being in the saddle on the side of the mountain.â
âI agree with your brother,â Camden yells from behind me. âI donât have the proper clothes to go riding! I donât have any riding boots.â I donât bother looking over my shoulder to see if heâs following or not. He can follow me or be left alone with my brother. I doubt he picks the latter.
âRiding boots,â I call, happy to see my horse, Tonka. I havenât been good about coming out here and giving him attention when I know I should. Life is just busy, and I know that he gets to go on trail rides often. Finally, I turn around, finding Camden following me a few steps behind. âTell me, Camden, did you ride English saddle growing up? You went to equestrian camps, didnât you?â
âNo,â he states matter-of-factly. âIâm not really one forâ¦animals. But I once dated a girl who jumped competitively, so I know a little about horses.â
âDid you break her heart?â
âDepends on who you ask.â
Cade catches up to us, sliding his phone back into his pocket like heâd just gotten off a call.
âTalk to Mare?â I prod. She keeps up with Cade, but she doesnât keep up with me as much. I try not to let it bring me down. Sheâs busy finishing a book, and Iâm confident sheâll come back once sheâs done everything she needs to do in Chicago. But I miss my best friend.
âYeah, she didnât have longâshe was about to go to sleep for the day. She was up all night writing.â
I hate that I feel Camden staring at me. Iâm worried he can read my every thought. That heâll find out something else to use against me.
âHow about I go get some clothes and boots of mine to see if they work for you?â Cade offers, sizing up Camdenâs clothing of choice.
âYou couldnât have told me to dress accordingly?â Camden ignores my brotherâs comment completely, pinning me with a brooding stare.
All I can do is smile and shrug. âAnd ruin the surprise? Never.â