Page 115 of Family Bonds: Alana & Brennan
“I am,” she said. “Then after your nap I thought maybe we could all go out to dinner together. What do you think of that?”
“I like eating out,” Becca said.
Might as well put it out there for the island to see.
On Monday she wanted it known at work too. There was no reason to hide a damn thing in her life and she was going to make sure Brennan knew that.
Too many times she let others write the narrative of her relationships and this time she was putting her fingers on the keyboard.
When Polly was done, and the girls were back in the playroom, she went to the living room with Brennan.
“Hope it was okay to bring up dinner to Becca like that. I probably should have cleared it with you first.”
“I was going to suggest it,” he said. “So I have no problem.”
“On Monday I’m going to let staff know about us. Not sure how yet. Not an announcement, but maybe just us talking about the weekend or plans in the open.”
“I’m on board with that.” He was grinning.
“It doesn’t put you off that I’m making these decisions?”
He pulled her under his arm. “Nope. I make all the decisions in my and Becca’s life. It’s nice to hand it over to someone else. If it’s not something I agree with or think won’t work, you’ll be the first to find out.”
“That was easier than I thought,” she said, putting her head on his shoulder.
“I’m a pretty easy guy.”
“You are. One that I find I’m getting extremely close to. Problem with that?”
“Not at all,” he said, kissing her on the forehead. “I like this side of you.”
“What side is that?”
“The one where you’re coming into your own and taking no bull crap from other people. You’re putting yourself and your feelings first.” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “It’s sexy.”
She flushed. “As sexy as the other night?”
“Nothing can top that, but it’s right up there.”
His praise had her limbs tingling as if they’d just woken up after a long slumber.
“I’m always nervous about being selfish.”
He laughed. “You realize there isn’t one selfish bone in your body. You give back to everyone and everything.”
“And I was told that is selfish because I put that first,” she said.
One stupid argument she and Jonathan had often.
“Don’t let that dickhead come between us. I mean it. Put him from your mind or I’m going to be pissed if you’re comparing us.”
“Is it horrible of me to say that I like this aggressive, angry side of you?”
“I don’t show it often,” he said. “But I’m not a pushover either.”
“I think you’re the perfect mix of everything I’ve wanted in my life.”
His eyes were searching hers after she said the words, but he held silent.
