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“You can help,” Becca said. “It will be fun.”
“I’ll let you and Daddy build it. But I’ll be there before you get up from your nap.”
The fire she was sending him said that he’d need a bucket of snow to sit his ass in when she was done giving him a piece of her mind.
“Why don’t we let Alana get back to what she was doing? You can show her the snowman when she comes over.”
Alana gave Becca a kiss, but not one to him. He was smart enough to not even think of asking for one.
He should have just walked over and said hi, then given her a kiss and gotten his point across that way rather than all but pounding his chest and letting the other men know who his woman was.
There wasn’t one day in his life he’d ever acted that way.
Not even when Mark knocked on his door to say Rene was carrying his baby.
“Bye, Alana,” Becca said, waving her mitten-covered hand.
When he got home, he grabbed his boots, hat and better gloves from the back porch, then went to the backyard to play with his daughter.
They’d made three snowmen. Different sizes.
Him, Alana, and Becca. His daughter calling it her family.
He couldn’t fuck this up now. There was too much on the line.
His daughter also risked having her heart crushed, not just him.
It was time to man up and say what he felt and if Alana didn’t feel the same or couldn’t get there, it was best to know now.
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NEED TO TALK
Alana was trying to control her frustration, but it was difficult when she couldn’t figure out what the hell was going through Brennan’s head.
For a month now she’d been waiting for him to make some kind of move.
Say any phrase or throw out a comment about their relationship.
How much clearer did she have to be when she told him he was everything she wanted or was looking for?
He hadn’t even replied and it gave her vibes of his thumbs up text to Celia saying their one date went well.
If it wasn’t for the fact their chemistry was off the charts and they had so much fun together, she’d wonder if she was imagining this all.
For a man that gave little away, he sure the hell lit a flame to throw on gasoline today.
She pulled into the driveway, parked, and got out. The front porch door opened before she made it to the stairs.
“Becca’s sleeping,” he said quietly.
It wasn’t even one yet. “Everything okay?”
“She was tired from making snowmen. She barely got through lunch.”
She smiled. A forced one. “Good. We need to talk.”
“We do,” he said. “I’ll start with an apology.”
