Contents Title Page Copyright 1 - Karissa 2 - Karissa 3 - Bryce 4 - Karissa 5 - Karissa 6 - Karissa 7 - Karissa 8 - Karissa 9 - Karissa 10 - Bryce 11 - Karissa 12 - Camden 13 - Karissa 14 - Karissa 15 - Karissa 16 - Karissa 17 - Karissa 18 - Roderick 19 - Karissa 20 - Karissa 21 - Karissa 22 - Karissa 23 - Karissa 24 - Bryce 25 - Karissa 26 - Camden 27 - Karissa 28 - Karissa 29 - Karissa 30 - Karissa 31 - Roderick 32 - Karissa 33 - Karissa 34 - Karissa 35 - Karissa 36 - Karissa 37 - Bryce 38 - Karissa 39 - Karissa 40 - Karissa 41 - Camden 42 - Karissa 43 - Karissa 44 - Karissa 45 - Karissa 46 - Karissa 47 - Karissa 48 - Roderick 49 - Karissa 50 - Karissa 51 - Karissa 52 - Karissa Epilogue One Lucky Bride About the Author Theirs to Keep A Reverse Harem Romance Krista Wolf Copyright © 2020 Krista Wolf All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without prior consent of the author. Cover photography by: Wander Aguiar KRISTA’S VIP EMAIL LIST: Join to get free book offers, and learn release dates for the hottest new titles! Tap here to sign up: http://eepurl.com/dkWHab ~ Other Books by Krista Wolf ~ Quadruple Duty Quadruple Duty II - All or Nothing Shared Snowed In Unwrapping Holly Protecting Dallas The Arrangement Three Alpha Romeo What Happens in Vegas Sharing Hannah Unconventional Saving Savannah The Christmas Toy The Wager The Ex-Boyfriend Agreement One Lucky Bride Theirs To Keep Chronicles of the Hallowed Order Book one: Ghosts of Averoigne Book two: Beyond the Gates of Evermoore Book three: Claimed by the Pack One KARISSA “We’ve got the plasterers here tomorrow,” I said, “and the plumbers in the morning. The electric should be all roughed out on the east wing already, but contact Marius just to make sure. We can’t be ripping the walls open once they’re stuccoed.” “No,” my foreman smiled in agreement. “Wouldn’t be good.” “Also, the HVAC guys need to get this shit all cleaned up before they leave today.” I pointed with my pencil, to where several jagged piles of sheet metal trimmings littered one side of the courtyard. “I saw two of them sneak off for the day already. The rest aren’t leaving until it’s all in the dumpster, though.” “HVAC. Dumpster.” Oscar scratched at the side of his head. “Right.” “You writing all this down?” As usual, Oscar wasn’t writing anything down. That pissed me off, especially since I’d gotten him a new clipboard last week. I’d even threatened to duct tape it to his arm, but my foreman had only laughed. “Speaking of dumpsters, I need that one emptied,” I said, pointing again. “Should’ve happened yesterday, really. Got it?” “Yeah.” “’Yeah’ doesn’t cut it,” I said, noticing he was already looking down again. “Oscar. Hey. Look at me.” The foreman’s gaze finally swung my way. He stopped scratching at the back of his head. “Tell me you got it.” “I got it.” I nodded one time, firmly, never taking my eyes from his. “Okay, then,” I said warily. “Good.” Oscar wandered off while I surveyed the rest of the massive worksite. The fifty-five room manor was more like a palace, almost even a castle. At one time it had a name, a history, a purpose. But right now, the only thing that mattered was getting it back into shape. I made my way along the cobbled courtyard, dodging two groups of roofers and a man running a loader stacked with large clay shingles. A crane was operating on the north side of the property, delivering the stacks up to the roof some fifty feet high. “Well hello there, boss…” The voice was deep and beautiful, and immediately changed my mood. Stepping through the next alcove I came face to face with Camden, his arms folded, leaning against a smooth stone wall. “Boss, eh?” I chuckled. “The three of you are paying me, remember?” He was wearing his sleeveless shirt again — one of the black ones that hugged his beautifully-sculpted chest. With his arms folded, his biceps and triceps looked absolutely enormous. Like he could crush boulders just by hugging them, or— “Karissa…?” I snapped back from whatever daydream I was about to step into. Camden’s gorgeously-stubbled mouth was curled up on one side, his crystal blue eyes piercing me like two shimmering jewels. I felt myself growing warmer, even in the shadows of the alcove. “Everything alright?” I pulled out my clipboard and consulted it, temporarily setting my pencil in my mouth. “Peachy,” I mumbled around the writing implement. “Today at least.” Camden glanced at my list without seeing it and chuckled. His laugh was velvety and masculine. “Good.” “How about you guys?” I could see the dirt of the day upon him. Camden’s deeply-tanned arms were covered with light brown hair, and that hair was covered in sawdust. He smelled like all good things: sweat and steel and freshly-cut wood. My gaze wandered down to the worn leather tool-belt, slung low around his waist. “Can’t complain,” he replied. “Got off to a slow start waiting for an inspector to show up, but we still did a shit-ton of framing today.” “A metric or an imperial shit-ton?” His smile widened. “Whichever.” “It matters, you know.” “Uh huh.” Our eyes had found each other’s, and now neither one of us was willing to look away. It was like this often. The flirting happened between our look, our movements, our body language. One day, soon I hoped, it would go even further than that. “So… you got a guess for me today?” I asked, the pencil still clenched between my teeth. “Not yet, but Bryce does.” “And?” Camden shifted from one foot to the other. “It’s a good one.” “Okay.” “I’m hoping he’s wrong of course,” he added hastily. “Obviously,” I said slyly. “Because then he’d win.” Camden took a half-step closer. The movement brought our bodies to within a foot of each other. “And I want to win,” he said. His voice dropped even lower. “Badly.” I took the pencil and casually tucked it behind my ear. “Then make sure you guess correctly.” “Wanna give me a hint?” I inhaled, letting his deliciously manly scent wash over me. Basking in the warmth I could feel radiating off of his hard, muscular body. Hell yeah, I thought to myself. Of course I want to give you a hint… “No hints.” Camden’s mouth went tight. “Too bad.” He leaned back against the wall again with an almost imperceptible sigh. “Bryce thinks you
