something.” Devon paused. “Cameron, I don’t have time for this shit. I just got married and I would like to spend my time getting to know my wife better. It’s high time for you to figure out a way to stand on your own two feet.”
“I’m trying to stand on my own two feet. I want to sell my half of the property.”
“You don’t own any of it.” Devon yelled again. “You signed it over to me the last time you needed money.”
“Fuck!”
“Cameron I can’t afford to help you out this time. Sorry.”
Hearing someone storming out of the kitchen and heading her way, Kera held her breath. A man, who she assumed to be Cameron, stopped when he saw her sitting on the steps, listening.
Cameron Noved stood as tall as Devon, yet not built as strongly. His hair was short, his clothes were somewhat dirty, and his eyes were a dark green. He had the same strong cheekbones as Devon and the same soft lips, but most of his features were brutal. Even his eyes seemed cold and distant.
“Cameron—” Devon stormed out and saw Kera also.
Cameron shot a nasty look over his shoulder at Devon. “I’ll be in my room.”
Kera watched him go to the only bedroom on the first floor, flinching when she heard him slam the door behind him. She looked at Devon, and slowly stood up with the intention of heading back to the bedroom also.
“Sorry about that,” Devon said, stopping her. “That’s not how I had wanted you to meet him.”
“It’s okay. I’ll go put something on,” she finished as she turned to walk upstairs.
She dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a shirt. Barefooted, she went back down. Devon was spooning out breakfast onto the two plates at the settings at the table. He glanced up at her and nodded towards the table. She went over and sat down in the same chair she had last night for dinner.
“So you have family after all,” she said when he came over with the food. Eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, coffee, and orange 73
juice, along with some toast.
“If you can call him that,” Devon sighed, sitting down next to her. He sat at the head of the table positioning her to his left.
“Cameron seems to only come around when he’s broke. He thinks I have this huge amount of money just lying around.” He reached for a slice of toast on the table and spread some jam on it.
“Don’t you?”
He snickered, shaking his head and putting his toast down on his plate. “No,” he stated, picking up the pot of coffee and pouring some. When he gestured for her, Kera shook her head no. “The last time I helped him out cost me pretty much all of my inheritance. Last bit of it went to saving my home.”
“I don’t understand,” she frowned, picking up her fork and starting to eat.
Devon took a sip from his cup before leaning forward, elbows on the table with chin resting on his hands. “I never knew and don’t want to know what Cameron did with his money. My father raised him as a son after his parents were killed. We both had a good education. When my father died, he left us both with a comfortable living and the education to keep that living nice.
Now like I said before, compared to my three friends I’m the poor one in the group.”
“So you had a silver spoon instead of gold.” She picked up her glass, drinking the juice and keeping her eyes off of him.
“My father insisted that we both work for what we have.”
Devon narrowed his eyes on her. Instantly Kera felt uncomfortable. “He also spent just about everything he had. The house and grounds were split between us, and we both got some money. I love horses and invested what I had into breeding stock. Like I told you before, Blaine has given me his stables to breed and keep my stock. Cameron went on a spending spree, blowing everything he got from my father. Not even two years after my father’s death, I got this letter stating how he has put up his half of the ground and house as collateral on some bullshit investments and crap.
“I’m trying to stand on my own two feet. I want to sell my half of the property.”
“You don’t own any of it.” Devon yelled again. “You signed it over to me the last time you needed money.”
“Fuck!”
“Cameron I can’t afford to help you out this time. Sorry.”
Hearing someone storming out of the kitchen and heading her way, Kera held her breath. A man, who she assumed to be Cameron, stopped when he saw her sitting on the steps, listening.
Cameron Noved stood as tall as Devon, yet not built as strongly. His hair was short, his clothes were somewhat dirty, and his eyes were a dark green. He had the same strong cheekbones as Devon and the same soft lips, but most of his features were brutal. Even his eyes seemed cold and distant.
“Cameron—” Devon stormed out and saw Kera also.
Cameron shot a nasty look over his shoulder at Devon. “I’ll be in my room.”
Kera watched him go to the only bedroom on the first floor, flinching when she heard him slam the door behind him. She looked at Devon, and slowly stood up with the intention of heading back to the bedroom also.
“Sorry about that,” Devon said, stopping her. “That’s not how I had wanted you to meet him.”
“It’s okay. I’ll go put something on,” she finished as she turned to walk upstairs.
She dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a shirt. Barefooted, she went back down. Devon was spooning out breakfast onto the two plates at the settings at the table. He glanced up at her and nodded towards the table. She went over and sat down in the same chair she had last night for dinner.
“So you have family after all,” she said when he came over with the food. Eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, coffee, and orange 73
juice, along with some toast.
“If you can call him that,” Devon sighed, sitting down next to her. He sat at the head of the table positioning her to his left.
“Cameron seems to only come around when he’s broke. He thinks I have this huge amount of money just lying around.” He reached for a slice of toast on the table and spread some jam on it.
“Don’t you?”
He snickered, shaking his head and putting his toast down on his plate. “No,” he stated, picking up the pot of coffee and pouring some. When he gestured for her, Kera shook her head no. “The last time I helped him out cost me pretty much all of my inheritance. Last bit of it went to saving my home.”
“I don’t understand,” she frowned, picking up her fork and starting to eat.
Devon took a sip from his cup before leaning forward, elbows on the table with chin resting on his hands. “I never knew and don’t want to know what Cameron did with his money. My father raised him as a son after his parents were killed. We both had a good education. When my father died, he left us both with a comfortable living and the education to keep that living nice.
Now like I said before, compared to my three friends I’m the poor one in the group.”
“So you had a silver spoon instead of gold.” She picked up her glass, drinking the juice and keeping her eyes off of him.
“My father insisted that we both work for what we have.”
Devon narrowed his eyes on her. Instantly Kera felt uncomfortable. “He also spent just about everything he had. The house and grounds were split between us, and we both got some money. I love horses and invested what I had into breeding stock. Like I told you before, Blaine has given me his stables to breed and keep my stock. Cameron went on a spending spree, blowing everything he got from my father. Not even two years after my father’s death, I got this letter stating how he has put up his half of the ground and house as collateral on some bullshit investments and crap.
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