Page 66 of Family Bonds: Alana & Brennan
Alana’s cheeks flushed bright red. Even in the dim lights of the restaurant he could see it.
She sat quickly so no one else saw it and he took a seat next to her, putting him across from Van. No one would think anything of it, he was positive.
“I’ve worn them before but under pants,” she said.
He’d have to pay attention to that in the future, but he was positive that he would have remembered spiky heels like that.
“Yeah,” Kelsey said. “I don’t think so, but you can tell yourself that.”
“Leave Alana alone,” Karen said.
The table quickly filled with the rest of the staff that came. Some brought significant others, but most came alone.
In ninety minutes they were out the door, the restaurant needing the table for another party. He hadn’t felt rushed, but he hadn’t intended it as a night out on the town either.
Leaving together was going to be tricky if someone saw them, but some of the staff went to the bar, others left right away, Kelsey talking to Alana and Van with him, that they ended up being the last four to leave.
“Do you think Kelsey planned it that way so no one saw us together?” she asked when they were in his SUV.
“It felt that way. Do you have a problem with it?”
“No,” she said. “I wasn’t sure how we were going to handle it and it’s nice not to worry. Not that I’m keeping this a secret. Don’t think that.”
“I’m not,” he said. “But we work together.”
“That’s it more than anything else.”
“Where to?” he asked. “Home or did you want to go get a drink?”
“I want to get a drink at my house,” she said, staring him in the eyes.
“We can do that,” he said, smiling.
She reached her hand over and laid it on his lap. “Good. I want to do a lot of things tonight.”
Oh, thank God!
20
TAKE A CHANCE
It wasn’t like Alana to put it out there like she was, but she’d told herself that in life you have to take a chance.
That meant matching these boots with the dress she had on.
Both things she’d worn before, but never together. Never like this.
Never this sexy.
Too many times in her life men saw her as a friend, or a nice, quiet, pleasant mate.
Nothing wrong with that.
But she wanted to feel desired.
She wanted to be needed.
Damn it, she wanted to be loved!
