Page 117 of Family Bonds: Alana & Brennan
He wouldn’t mind seeing more of Alana either, but they were nowhere near living together.
Hell, he was struggling to even tell her how he felt.
That he was in love with her but didn’t want to be the one to say it first.
If he was alone in those feelings, would the progress in their relationship halt?
“Alana has her own house to live in,” he said. He didn’t need his daughter slipping and saying this either. “Let’s not say this to Alana, okay?”
“Say what?” Becca asked.
He smiled. It was best to let it go. “Nothing.”
Becca and he made their way through the store, filling his cart, and then checking out.
Once he put away all their food at home, he bundled up his daughter again and drove to the food pantry that he hadn’t known was on the island before.
There were a lot of things he had to learn if this was going to be the place he’d call home.
That was how he was thinking of it.
He was also thinking of how nice it’d be to run errands and not have to take twice as long to do it because he was buckling a child in and out of a seat to just run inside for a few minutes.
“How come there are no people here?” Becca asked.
There were seven cars in the parking lot. “Because they aren’t serving clients today but collecting food.”
“But people are hungry.”
Alana was rubbing off on his daughter in the best way possible.
“I’m sure more people will come.”
He got Becca out of the car, then grabbed the three bags in one hand, carrying his daughter in the other arm. He knewBecca was itching to run, but he didn’t want her to fall in the poorly cleared parking lot.
When he got to the door, someone was coming out and held it open for him.
There were pallets of food everywhere, people moving around and unloading things.
“Can I help you?” a woman asked.
“I’m just dropping off food.”
“Thank you,” the woman said. He put the bags on the counter and helped her unload them. “We can always use cereal and peanut butter. Oh, tea and coffee. Sauce, pasta, tuna, and mayo. It’s like someone told you the items that go fast.”
He grinned. “I had some help.”
He was looking around and saw Alana’s head down in the corner, a guy next to her. Really next to her. Almost brushing her side, and then taking the box out of her hand and laughing.
Jealousy genes he hadn’t experienced before charged forward, wanting him to march over and find out what the hell was going on.
He did something he’d never done before.
He put his daughter down, and pointed to Alana, so he could watch her greet his girlfriend and see what happened.
Was he a dick putting Becca in the middle?
Yeah, he probably was.
