Reviews for Amy Aislin

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“Brant.” Wendy pulled her shell-shocked brother into a hug, her very pregnant belly getting in the way. Maggie’s screaming intensified as she was squished between her mom and her uncle.

Brant winced as she wailed in his ear. “Hey,” he said weakly.

“Pew, pew.”

“Sorry I couldn’t come pick you up. I had to get the twins from day camp and Nick won’t be home for another hour.”

“It’s all good.” Brant nodded at Kellan. “Kell found me.”

Wendy swept her gaze up and down Brant’s tall frame. Since the Harkrader siblings were otherwise occupied, Kellan allowed himself to do the same.

Even dressed down in loose sweatpants and a wrinkled T-shirt, Brant looked like an athlete. At six feet tall, Kellan was only about an inch or so taller than him, but Brant had him beat on muscle mass. Kellan used the home gym in his basement on an almost daily basis; still, Brant’s wide shoulders, narrow hips, and defined biceps said jock in a way that Kellan’s own body said works out only as much as he has to, to stay fit and attract a mate.

Yes, it was super shallow, he was aware. But that was the dating game, wasn’t it?

It was one of the reasons he avoided the dating scene—it was all so superficial.

Not that he’d had the opportunity to date since moving back home from Vancouver last summer—or the interest, if he was honest. He’d had enough to do with getting his business off the ground. And considering how spectacularly his reputation had been shot at his last job, building it into a successful one was more important than ever.

So really, the only reason he worked out at this point was because it had become a habit.

He supposed there were worse ones.

“Your hair’s so long,” Wendy said, giving the strands sticking out the bottom of Brant’s hat a tug. “What do they call this in the hockey world? Flow? You need a haircut, my friend.”

“Uh . . .”

“Pew, pew.”

“Joey, have you said hello to your uncles?”

“Yup!”

Maggie chose that moment to spit up all over herself.

“Aw, Mags.” Wendy kissed her forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She disappeared into the laundry room, where Kellan knew she kept spare clothes for all three kids for just such an occasion.

Brant stared after her, blank-faced.

Kellan leaned closer to him. “You know you can always stay with me, right?” He’d even offered when Brant had announced, less than two weeks ago, that he was moving back.

Unblinking, Brant turned his stare in his direction.

“No screaming children.”

Brant whimpered.

Amused by the whole situation, Kellan bumped their shoulders. “Think about it.”

Keeping Him Series

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