Keeping Katy: Reynolds Family, #2

By Kali Hart

Katy

I had a crazy bad crush on Wyatt James. So what?
I'm not a foolish teenage girl anymore.
He's my brother's best friend.
He's not staying.
Maybe he can tempt me into a little fun now.
But when he leaves, I'm not going with him.


Wyatt

I've spent my life traveling around the world, chasing thrills.
I swore I'd never settle down.
Then I see Katy.
The last time I saw her, she was a girl.
But there is nothing girl about the woman Katy has become.
All my plans are suddenly up in the air, because I'd do just about anything to keep her.

 

Sweet & steamy short story insta-love romance with an alpha man and younger curvy woman with an HEA. NO cliffhangers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jackie M. Wallick
• Release date: Nov 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9798223604013

Book preview

1

KATY

We need more ornaments. My oldest brother, Drew, claps me on the shoulder.

My eyes travel across the crowded room and land on the eight-foot Christmas tree that is indeed looking a little scarce. My heart swells at the generosity of Drew’s employees. Each ornament includes a dollar amount to donate. Anyone can select any ornament they want and donate that money. My kids desperately want to go on this field trip, and the fundraiser is the only way it’s going to happen with all the budget cuts as of late. Good problem to have, huh?

You’re doing a good thing, Katy. A really good thing.

I give him a quick side hug in appreciation. He’s allowed me to crash his company holiday party with a fundraiser for the school I work at, and no one even groaned when I gave my spiel earlier in the night. I have more upstairs in your office.

Better grab ‘em, then.

Drew is summoned to the other end of the room, and leaves me with a pat on the back. It’s not surprising that his presence is in such high demand. It’s his company, and his employees love him.

I slip away from the party on the second floor, to the elevator. I’m not a fan of confined spaces, but I’d rather ride the little metal and glass box for a minute than travel up eight flights of stairs. Plus, the spectacular view from his office is enough for me to push through the claustrophobic torment I’ll suffer on the ride up.

I try to stare out at the glow of city lights from the elevator’s glass wall, but it only reminds me I’m in an enclosed space. I spin around instead, faced with the mirrored walls. Whoops! My little red dress needs to be pulled up around the bust area. My curves fill it out in all the rights ways, but my boobs are a tad heavy. There’s not a strapless bra in the world that’ll help me, so they’re left to the mercy of this tight dress.

There. Dress successfully adjusted, I fluff out my sandy blonde hair. I managed to curl it to fall a few inches past my shoulders. All I’m missing is my Santa hat. I either left it at home or out in my car. Oh well. It’s not like I brought a hot date to impress anyway.

The elevator dings open a moment later, and I spring out of it.

I’m proud of my brother for building this company into what it is. Yes, there’s some extravagance, like his office that consumes half of the ninth and top floor. But to be fair, he designed it that way so he can sleep here if needed. Like me, he’s unattached and a bit of a workaholic.

A holiday tune plays softly through the speakers, and I can’t help but sing along as my heels clack against the marble floor. At first, I’m hardly humming. But with each step, I grow braver and start to really belt out the song. I’ve always enjoyed singing, and since I’m all alone up here—you need an access badge for the elevator to even open on this floor—there’s no harm in letting loose.

I dance right into Drew’s office, still singing—now with my arms fully animated.

It’s not often I’m in my brother’s office, but every time I am, I fantasize that it’s mine. Not that I want to work in the cooperate world—I definitely