Page 44 of Family Bonds- Ethan & Nora

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“Okay,” she said. “Here is the moment of truth.”

They turned down the chip aisle. “You know I’m going to have to do it just because you think I won’t.”

She smiled. “I actually think you will. I think that you’re not embarrassed by it, even though you don’t want Blair to know. She’s kind of like a mother figure to you, so if she knew, she’deither lecture you on all the junk in it, or that it might stain your clothing. But you don’t see me like that.”

The way those clear blue eyes of his moved over her body in a silent perusal said exactly what he was thinking right now.

She couldn’t even get mad at it.

If she really wanted to keep this professional, the smart thing to do would have been to say no rather than yes when he asked if she wanted to see where he shopped.

The biggest problem she could figure was that she didn’t know what she wanted.

To spend time with a man who made her feel like never before, but doubt what he was really after? Or to chalk it up as a one-time thing and move on?

And maybe that was the root of the problem.

She wanted to know if he only saw what she spent years perfecting on the outside, what she gave up so easily to him that night, and hoped to get it again.

Or was it something inside he was drawn to that she hadn’t known she possessed?

Could be just her ego needed some stroking too.

Men weren’t the only ones who liked that.

It wasn’t as if she got much of it in her life. Not even compliments from men.

Not until she transformed and then she always questioned their motives.

Just like she was with Ethan.

Nothing should be as complicated as it was.

“No,” he said. “I definitely don’t see you as a mother figure.”

She reached for a bag of caramel-flavored rice cakes and put them in her cart, then got a bag of trail mix and a can of mixed nuts.

Healthier options for her snacking.

He matched her on the nuts and the trail mix, passed on the rice cakes, tossed in three bags of chips, then three bags of different flavors of Cheetos.

“That’s disgusting.”

“They will last me weeks,” he said. “A month. I promise.”

“It’s your intestines, not mine.”

He laughed and nudged her again with his elbow. This time touched her briefly.

Playful. Fun.

Flirting.

Nope, don’t go there.

Don’t let your mind wander down a path it doesn’t know how to navigate.

Twenty minutes later, they were loading their bags in his SUV. HisPorsche.