Page 103 of Family Bonds: Alana & Brennan
Emotionally, she was giddy at the thought of spending time with him.
His voice in the office made her pulse race, her palms get sweaty, and her fingertips tingle.
She looked forward to their talks. How open he could be. How honest he was with her.
He gave her the confidence to do and act the same with him.
“My mother did a great job,” he said.
“I’m hungry, Grandma,” Becca said.
“I’ll get the snacks out. We can’t have Becca be hungry,” Sadie said.
“See,” he whispered in her ear. “She’s fine.”
Alana was still reserving judgment.
“Is there anything I can help you with?”
“I’d love some help in the kitchen. Becca, go with your father into the living room.”
And this was where it’d come out.
Might as well get it over with like Brennan had with her family.
After her father and brother talked to Brennan alone, the rest of their time there was more relaxed. Her parents said they liked him a lot.
She believed them too.
Even Kirk had little to complain about.
The only advice they gave was to watch her heart and know that he was a package deal. That she’d have to accept that came with issues that she couldn’t always foresee.
She wasn’t an idiot. She knew that.
The two women were in the kitchen. “I should tell you that my cousin’s grandmother-in-law is part of your poker group. I found that out on Christmas Day.”
“Who is that?”
“Lucy. I can’t remember her last name. Crew Ackley is her grandson and is married to my cousin Emily. I just don’t remember if Ackley is her last name or not.”
“Lucy is a shark. Good lord, she’s a character too. Always trying to distract everyone and get a read on their cards.”
No way she was adding what Lucy said about Sadie having no tells. At least not today.
“I’ve always found her a little assuming,” she said. “But I wanted you to know.”
“I will bring it up next time I see her. Maybe she’ll cut me some slack on being the newbie of the group.”
“Something tells me you don’t care about that so much.”
It was the way Sadie was smirking.
“I don’t let too much bother me,” Sadie said. “It comes from being a mother and a father to my son. He’s seeing what it’s like, and though he does a wonderful job, I know it’s not what he wants in his life.”
“No?” She already knew this but wanted to hear what Sadie said.
“My son wants a traditional family. He always has. He won’t admit it, but he purposely went into a career that had little physical risk greater than a paper cut.”
