Brea said three days later as they sat on the plane to head home. “Well, that’s handy because I think they love you, too. I had to talk my mom out of adopting you last night, and I think if she had her way she’d have held you captive,” Lance said dryly. He was thrilled Brea got along well with his family, but damn, his mother and sister talked as if they would throw him over for Brea. “I’m going to miss them.” She turned from the window to look at him with an exaggerated pout. “Don’t pout.” He used his thumb to pull down her chin so he could kiss her. “We’ll come back,” he said offhandedly as he played with his phone. She settled in, considering the fun they’d had over the last couple of days. The second day she met Lauren and her family, with Lance’s niece taking an instant liking to her. Lauren was a tamer version of her mother, but no less beautiful, and tall enough to be a model. She asked Lance later why his sister never pursued modeling. He told her Lauren preferred her privacy; something she knew she wouldn’t get if she willingly put herself out there, especially given everything that happened with him.
