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Undone
Double D Ranch, book 1
Releases 3/1/25
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Chapter One

“I didn’t expect us 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.”
Dayne mmm’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.
To Dad, a horse was unpredictable, but he never met a cow he didn’t like. Dayne and Dylan felt the opposite.
Dayne went on, “Mom already found a smaller place in town. I don’t think she’ll care whether we keep or sell it.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” Dylan murmured. “She would love for us to take it over and keep it in the family since this farm was everything to him.”
“Everything?” their sister exclaimed. “What are we? Chopped liver?”
“Don’t twist what I’m saying. Of course we were important to him, but so was this farm. Even so, she told me she’s leaving it up to us to decide what to do with it.”
“You mean you two,” Dani corrected, “since he didn’t pass it on to me. Only you two boneheads.”
Their sister must have a short memory. “Since you constantly complained about having to do chores around here, he didn’t think you’d want anything to do with it.”
“The value of the property? Sure I would. Squeezing cow nipples twice a day? No way.”
A snort exploded from Dayne. “Automated milkers are used for that, sis.”
“Even so, he named the damn farm Double D, instead of Triple D. That proves I’m always the forgotten one,” their sister bitched.
“You weren’t forgotten.” Dylan reminder her, “You were born after they bought the farm.”
“Yeah, you were a mistake,” Dayne teased. With a grunt, he folded in half when she whacked his gut with the back of her hand. “You know what I mean.”
“Not a mistake,” Dylan clarified, “unexpected.”
“I guess Mom and Dad humped like rabbits,” Dani said.
Dylan groaned. “Please don’t take us back to all the times we overheard it.”
“Or accidentally walked in on them,” Dayne added.
“Shut your face!” Dani yelled. “Just the thought of that is causing me emotional damage!”
“Join the damn club!” Dayne exclaimed. “But thanks to you being unexpected, I think they gave it a break afterward. At least you were good for something.”
“They were probably too tired between running the farm and wrangling three kids to keep up their bedroom antics,” Dylan murmured.
“Stop,” Dani groaned.
“We’re getting off track. What’s this cockamamie idea, brother?” Dayne asked.
He needed to ease them into it. “First, let’s discuss the farm name… We’ll change it from Double D Farm to Double D Ranch.”
Dani sighed. “See? Once again, I’m the forgotten one.”
“We’re not calling it Triple D Ranch. That doesn’t sound as catchy. Anyway, who cares what the hell it’s called? The point is to make this place profitable.”
Dayne’s brow dipped low. “Why ‘ranch?’ And didn’t we just outvote you two to one on the decision to sell?”
“Maybe you’ll reconsider your vote once I explain my idea.”
“We’re waiting,” Dayne said dryly.
Dylan pulled in a breath. It was now or never. “I want to turn this place into a ranch resort. I’m calling it that because ‘farm resort’ doesn’t make sense. We won’t be making money off livestock or breeding horses. We’ll make money off people looking for an escape, hence the resort part of the name. Dad constantly busted his ass and struggled to financially survive raising dairy cows and selling milk. We can make this property more profitable by turning it into a lucrative business.”
“An escape,” Dani echoed, then shook her head. “I’m confused. And it seems like you already have your plan mapped out before even clearing it with us.”
“It’s called a business proposal, so of course it’s mapped out.”
“I want to hear this so-called business proposal, sis.” Dayne turned to Dylan. “You’ve got my attention. What does this so-called lucrative business entail?”
“What sells?” Dylan asked them.
All he got from his siblings were confused looks.
“Come on!” He impatiently threw up his hands. “Sex! Sex sells! Pleasure. Pampering. Peace and quiet. Or even the opposite. Parties. Mixers. Whatever.”
Dani stared at him with wide hazel eyes and a gaping mouth. “What the hell are you talking about?”
It was time to let them know everything that had been swirling around in his head since their father died. Share the ideas that kept him up at night. The plans he’d been fleshing out for months. The business he’d been researching.
“Think about it. There are all-inclusive resorts on beautiful islands that cater to swingers. Around the world you can find plenty of BDSM clubs, strip clubs, sex clubs, sex shops and massage parlors. Why not do something along those lines, but different? Something unique. We can turn this farm into a resort for adults to relax or a place to play. Or both. A place to fulfill their desires with zero judgement. Guests can explore the ranch, as well as other guests. Want to go on a trail ride? Great. You want to ride the cock you spotted at the bonfire while making s’mores? That’s perfectly acceptable, too. Anything goes as long as the participants are consenting.”
“It doesn’t sound like you’re talking about some family-style dude ranch,” Dayne huffed.
“No. Plenty of those are readily available. Some even have adults-only weekends but not like what I’m thinking. We need to do something unique to corner a specific market. We’ll offer an escape no one else offers. A place where you’re free to do whatever with whomever and not be judged for your choices or your kinks. As long as they’re legal, of course.”
“You mean free to do whatever sexually,” Dayne summarized with a raised eyebrow.
“Sure.”
“No holds barred?” His brother’s eyes now held a spark.
Dylan figured out of his two siblings, his twin would be the one to see some value in his idea. “As long as whoever you’re doing it with consents. That’s one rule that cannot and will not be broken.” They’d have zero tolerance for that. “I want all the guests to feel safe.”
Dani, still appearing shell-shocked, lifted a palm. “Hold on. You want to turn Dad’s farm into a sexual playground?”
“An all-inclusive, adults-only resort. Where the guests’ fantasies will be at their fingertips.” Dylan turned toward the lake and the spot he planned on putting up the main lodge. He swept his hands out saying, “Welcome to Double D Ranch, the adults-only ranch resort where your fantasies become reality. Unpack, unwind and get uninhibited.”
“Oh my God,” Dani whispered, pressing her fingers to her lips, “he already has a slogan.”
“Of course I do. I wouldn’t propose this idea to you two without it being thoroughly thought out first. Again, it’s a business proposal.”
Dani rolled her eyes at that.
“There’s that stick I thought went missing,” Dayne grumbled. “I figured it only disappeared farther up your ass.”
“I never expected this from you, Dylan. Dayne, maybe, but not you. Have you had a fever recently that fried your brain?” Dani asked.
“No, just a seed of an idea that took root and began to grow.”
“I have to agree with Danica. This idea of yours is totally unexpected, Dyl.”
“Maybe you don’t really know me,” he suggested.
“I’m your damn twin. I don’t know anyone better than you. We think alike…” Dayne’s eyes widened when he repeated in a whisper, “We think alike. That means…”
Dylan tipped his head to the side but said nothing.
His brother’s eyebrows shot up his forehead. “Oh, you dirty, dirty boy. You’ve been hiding this from us.”
“I’m not hiding anything. It’s simply no one’s business. Not even my twin’s.”
One side of Dayne’s mouth pulled up, and a gleam filled his eyes. “I think we need to compare notes.”
Dylan shook his head. “No, we don’t. You keep your dirty ideas in your head, and I’ll keep mine.”
“Umm. You're not keeping them in your head, brother, if you want to turn your dirty thoughts into a business,” Dani said. “But, eeeewww. I don’t really want to know what kind of perverted thoughts either of my brothers have in their pea brains. Wait. I’m out if you two are going to be letting it all hang free. I don’t want to see your manhood in any form.” She visibly shuddered.
Dayne frowned. “Any form?”
“Yes, you know,” she flapped a hand around, “bored or excited.”
“I hate to break it to you, sis, but we don’t want to see you naked, either. How about we make sure that never happens?”
Dani turned to Dylan next. “Are the guests allowed to be naked?”
“There will be no rules against it. Clothing will be optional. This will be a place for adults to live out their fantasies and be uninhibited. If that means being naked…” Dylan shrugged.
“Except for employees, right?” Dani asked. “You can’t have someone prepping food or cooking naked. That would be a health code violation. And if it isn’t, it should be.”
“That’s why, sis, if we take this on, we need you to be involved. We need to divide and conquer this place.”
“We,” Dayne huffed. “Neither of us have said yes to this proposal.”
Dani’s brow scrunched low. “How involved?”
“One hundred percent,” Dylan answered. “I can’t do it alone.”
“You’re asking a lot,” she muttered.
“We’re asking for everything.”
“There’s that we again,” Dayne mumbled.
Their sister continued like Dayne never spoke. “In case you’ve forgotten, I already have a career. And I’m good at catering. My boss loves me.”
“I know you’re good. I’ve eaten your food. That’s why your skills will be needed here. Just think of it... You’d be your own boss. You can design your dream commercial kitchen. You can set up the restaurant however you’d like. You can plan the menus, cater events… And,”—Dylan lifted a single finger—“you’ll have a place to live so you can give up your current shit hole.”
“I don’t live in a shit hole.”
Dayne raised an eyebrow at their sister’s exclamation, making her mouth flatten.
Danica lived in a dump outside of Scranton, but it was what she could afford. Both he and Dayne, as well as their mother, worried about her. Moving her back to the farm would be so much better and safer for her. It would also make their mom happy.
“Sis, you majored in culinary arts and minored in hospitality. What you do can’t be any more perfect for this resort. We’ll throw events, like weddings and themed parties. Have a café for snacks. A dining hall for meals. You can hire the staff to help you plan menus, buy supplies and cook. Having a baker on site is a possibility, too. The food has to be good. No, it has to be stellar for what I want to charge guests. I’m confident you can pull it off.”
“Damn, you have some lofty goals,” she whispered.
“Aim high and dream big, right? That’s why Dad bought this property in the first place,” Dylan reminded her.
“Sure. Unless your idea crashes and burns. You could lose the farm and end up in debt, maybe even bankrupt.”
Before Dylan could respond to his sister, Dayne surprised him with, “Then, we make sure that doesn’t happen. We’ll hire a PR company. We’ll do social media blasts. Maybe hire some influencers. We’ll do whatever we need to do.”
It sounded like his twin was okay with the resort idea. “Are you in?” Dylan asked him, just to be sure.
Dayne’s answering smile was blinding. “Hell yes! I’m only pissed I didn’t come up with the idea myself.”
Dylan shoved his brother playfully. “Good to have you onboard, brother.”
Dayne shoved him back. “You know I could never pass up a good time.”

© Jeanne St. James/Double-J Romance, Inc.