Page 131 of Family Bonds: Alana & Brennan
“Rene said Becca’s father was older.”
“Looks like I might be older than you,” he said. He wouldn’t put the guy even at thirty. Maybe mid-twenties.
“No. Like in his fifties and wealthy. Someone who took her daughter from her and was blocking her from seeing Becca.”
He snorted. “Maybe she has me mixed up with someone else.” Like one of the other men she was sleeping with.
He wanted to throw that in the mix but wouldn’t stir the water just yet for waves.
“How do I know you’re not lying?” the guy asked.
“Why would I? Do you know Becca’s last name? Have you seen a picture of her?”
“Yeah. It’s Austin,” the guy said.
Brennan pulled his phone out and scrolled through random shots of his daughter. “I’m Becca’s father. I was in Boston and thought I’d stop in to see if Rene was around. It’s not a big deal.”
“What do you mean in Boston? She said you live here.”
He sighed. “What’s your name? I’m assuming you're the father of the baby she’s carrying now?”
“Sorry. I’m Jake Johnson.” Jake put his hand out. “I was sleeping so I’m catching up. Come in.”
“It’s after one,” he said. Did the guy not work?
“I’m a fireman,” Jake said. “I got out of work this morning. Rene said she had shit to do so I could sleep. The place is small.”
He looked around. “How many bedrooms are here?”
“One. We’ll have to find another place soon with the baby coming.”
“Where is Becca going to sleep if she was here?”
Jake frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Do you know Rene called me earlier this week threatening to sue for custody of my daughter? The girl she’s seen maybe ten times in three years?”
Jake shook his head as if to clear it. “No. She hasn’t said a word. She’s barely around as it is and I’m not sure how the hellwe are going to deal with one kid with her job and mine. She wants her other kid here too?”
This conversation was only pissing him off.
He didn’t like his daughter being referred to this way.
Nor did he like that the guy didn’t know Becca could be a part of his life.
“I think you two need to have a talk. I’ve been to my attorney already.”
“Brennan.”
He turned his head to see Rene standing in the doorway. She didn’t look pregnant to him, but he’d never asked how far along she was.
He didn’t care enough.
“Jake and I were having a talk.”
“About what?” Rene asked, moving in. “And why did you just show up without letting me know first?”
“You said Becca’s father was older and lived in Boston. This guy isn’t old and he said he doesn’t live in town.”
