Billionaire Bachelors 10 ; Holiday Treasure(7)

Kyla felt herself drawn to her kitchen. What was going on? She went there slowly and was surprised when for the first time in two years she found herself succumbing to the urge to bake. It was something she and her mother had always done together, since before Kyla could have been any use at all except in licking the bowls. They would spend all day in the kitchen, whipping up goodies for family, friends, and neighbors. It had been a tradition, one that had died the minute her mother's heart had stopped beating.

As Kyla set out the items needed to make cookies, she found herself singing Christmas hymns, feeling a measure of peace that she had feared she would never feel again.

Three hours later, she pulled out the last batch of gingerbread men - and women and children, of course - and looked at her covered counters. Tears sparkled in her eyes as she painted frosting faces on the ones that had cooled off. When she lifted one up and took a bite, a soft smile lit her face. It felt like her mom was right there beside her. Kyla closed her eyes to relish the warmth of the moment.

Reluctantly coming back to reality, Kyla whispered, "Merry Christmas, Mom," before putting everything away, turning off the lights in the room, and getting ready for bed. Tomorrow she had work to do at the mall.

For now she was going to get lost in a good book while she waited for the forgetfulness of sleep to take her away.

Chapter Five

Special delivery."

Tanner stood at his door with his jaw locked and fire burning in his eyes. This was so not happening to him.

"What in the hell are you doing here?" he snapped.

"Is that any way to treat your relatives?"

His brother Ashton and a newfound cousin, Max Anderson, were standing at his door with big grins on their faces.

"I didn't tell anyone I was going to be here, so I don't know how in the hell you managed to track me down," he said, opening the door and letting them inside, though he wanted to slam it in their faces instead. There was no use in trying to keep them out now that they knew where he was stuck for the next few weeks.

"Wow! This place must really suck for you, big shot," Ashton said with a laugh.

"Damn! I've seen cardboard boxes that have more class," Max added.

"Okay, are you going to crack jokes the entire visit?" Tanner asked. "Or are you going to tell me how you found me here and what you want?" He was pacing the room, really irritated that he had nowhere to sit and no alcohol to drink.

"I talked to Dad and he told me about your current situation. You know I had to check it out for myself. Max happened to stop by as I was getting ready to leave, and he didn't want to miss out on all the fun either."

"I'm so glad you care so much, little brother," Tanner snarled.





 

 
"I'd say you got one of the crappier properties. Don't forget that you did choose it."

"I chose it because I was planning on ripping this wretched place down and then building something that would actually add value to this benighted neighborhood. But with Dad's clauses, I can't force the tenants out. I've upped their move-out bonuses by triple and they're still being stubborn fools. Then some cracked judge made me stay here to show me what it's like for people who have less than I have. He's the one who will be shown, because I don't cave under pressure."

"I don't know, Tanner. I think one night here would be hell, let alone three or four weeks. Plus, I can't wait to see you in a nice fat Santa suit." Ashton wasn't even trying to hide his mirth - his brother's predicament was a doozy!

"I'm going to kill him. Dad must have gloated about all this. Fess up - he told you both, didn't he?"

"Nope. I learned it from the media," Max said. "Your horrified expression said it all." Max moved to one of the windows and looked out.

"Great. The entire city knows."

"I don't think the entire population cares," Ashton pointed out before breaking out into another grin. "Just the reporters and those who would love to hang you by your toes and let rats nibble on your hair."

"It's always such a pleasure to talk to you, Ashton. Why I don't invite you over more often, I'll never know."

"You didn't invite me this time, but I came anyway."

Ashton had always had a good sense of humor, but he tended to be more thoughtless and self-absorbed than any of his siblings. He had no problem taking delight in Tanner's suffering, because he'd never truly experienced any of his own.

Until now. That was all changing with the little game their father was playing.

"How is your own project going?" Tanner asked as he went to the kitchen counter and pulled himself up. He needed to get off his feet.

Ashton lost the grin on his face. "I'm in too good a mood to even talk about that."