Page 1 of Undone

Chapter One

“I didn’t expectus to be back here so soon,” Dylan murmured, staring at the house in front of them.

The last time all three of them were home, it was for their father’s funeral six months prior.

“We couldn’t put it off any longer. Mom can’t handle this place herself,” Dayne said.

Dylan glanced at his younger brother. Younger by a mere six minutes. “Hell, she doesn’t want to, either.”

“Can you blame her?” their younger sister, Danica, spouted. Younger than them by five years.

“No,” both he and his identical twin answered at the same time.

“We could sell it. It would be the easiest solution,” Dayne suggested. His hands were planted on his hips and his hazel eyes narrowed on the old two-story farmhouse. “I certainly don’t want to raise dairy cows and deal with all the bullshit that goes along with that.”

Dani giggled. “Literally.”

“Apparently, neither does Mom,” Dylan added.

“Splattering cow pies, the relentless flies, and ornery heifers trying to kick you into next week are the whole reason I left as soon as I could.” Dayne elbowed him. “Just like you did.”

Their sister, standing between him and Dayne, exclaimed, “And I had to watch you two speed away with dirt kicking off those spinning tires. You two left me in the dust!”

“The hell if I was taking you with me and raising a smart-mouthed tween,” Dayne informed her. “Did you forget we were only eighteen? Anyway, do you think Mom and Dad would’ve let you leave at thirteen?”

Dylan snorted. “And just think how messed up you would’ve been if Dayne raised you.”

Dani elbowed him in the ribs. “You could’ve taken me in, Dylan. You were always the more responsible one.”

“At least that stick up your ass is one thing we don’t share,” Dayne told him.

“I don’t have a stick up my ass,” Dylan grumbled.

Both of his siblings laughed. Louder than necessary.

They’d find out soon enough how untrue that was. Then he’d have the last laugh.

He shook his head. “Well, our choices are to either sell it or do something else with it.” He wasn’t sure if his siblings would go for his idea since it was unorthodox. Since their father willed the three-hundred-acre property to his two sons, Dayne would have to agree first.

“Sell,” Dayne and Dani said at the same time.

“Or…” Dylan started.

His siblings turned to stare at him.

“Or what?” Dayne prodded and narrowed his eyes again, this time on Dylan.

Dani groaned. “I see those wheels spinning, Dayne. He’s about to come up with some cockamamie idea.”

Daynemmm’d and scowled in his direction.

“I have good ideas sometimes,” Dylan murmured.

Dani rolled her eyes. “They’re few and far between.”

“Too bad Dad didn’t want to raise horses instead of Holsteins. I might have stayed,” Dayne said next. “We could always trade the cows in for horses.”

Dylan could’ve lived with raising and training horses, too, but their father had a dislike for them. He preferred riding his utility task vehicle to chase down a calf or travel to the far end of the three-hundred-acre farm. Unlike an ATV, his UTV had a roll cage, could fit more passengers and was less likely to tip. Plus, it had a larger tow capacity than a regular four-wheeler.

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