Convincing Alex
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She'd forgotten her nerves. Perhaps the child's sweet, unaffected kiss had done it. She slipped an arm around Alex's waist. "Come on, Uncle Alex. I want to meet the rest of them."
"They're loud," he warned as they started back up the door.
"I like loud." .
"They can be nosy."
"So can I."
At the door, he took both of her hands. He'd brought women into his home before, but it had never been important. This was vital. "I love you, Bess." Before she could speak, he kissed her, then pushed open the door.
They certainly were loud, Bess discovered. No one seemed to mind if everyone talked at once, or if the big, droopy-eared dog barked and raced around the living room to hide behind chairs. And they were nosy, though they were charming with it. She'd hardly had a chance to get her bearings before she was sitting next to Alex's father, Yuri, and being cagily interrogated.
"So you write stories for TV." He nodded his big, shaggy head approvingly. "You have brains."
"A few." She smiled up at Zack when he offered her a glass of wine.
"Rachel says more than a few." He sent his wife a wink as she sat with her hands folded over her enormous belly. "She's been watching your show."
"Oh, yeah?"
"I admit I was curious." Rachel wanted to shift to get comfortable, but she knew.it was useless. "After we met, I taped it a couple of times. Then, when I gave in to Zack's hounding me about taking maternity leave, I realized how easy it is to get hooked. I'm not sure I've got all the characters straight yet, but it's amazingly entertaining. Nick's caught it with me." She glanced at her brother-in-law.
To his credit, Nick didn't blush, but he did squirm. "I was just keeping you company." He might have come a long way from trying to prove his manhood with gangs like the Cobras, but even at nearly twenty-one, he wasn't quite secure enough to admit he'd gotten caught up in the "Secret Sins" of Millbrook. He shrugged, shook back his shaggy blond hair, then caught the quick grins of his family. "It wasn't like I was really watching." His green eyes glinted with humor. "Except for the babes." . "That's what they all say." Bess smiled back, enjoying him. Too bad he wasn't an actor, she thought. Those brooding good looks—tough, with just a hint of vulnerability beneath—would shine on-screen. "So, who's your type, Nick? LuAnne, our sensitive ingenue with the big, weepy eyes, who suffers in silence, or the scheming Brooke, who uses her sexuality to destroy any man who crosses her?"
Considering, he ran his tongue around his teeth. "Actually, I go for Jade. I've got this thing for older women."
Zack caught him in a headlock.
"Hey." Nick laughed, not bothering to try to free himself. "We're having a conversation here. I'm trying to make tune with Alex's lady."
"Kill him in the other room, will you?" Alex said easily. "We have to eat in here."
"I watch your show many times," Nadia said as she popped in from the kitchen. Alex's mother's handsome face was flushed pink from oven heat. "I like it."
"Well, that Yield's not hard to watch." Zack stood behind his wife now, rubbing her shoulders.
"Men always go for the cheap floozies," Rachel put in. "How about you, Alex? Caught any 'Secret Sins'?"
"No." Not that he'd admit. "McNee keeps me up on what's happening in Millbrook."
"It must be hard." Sydney, looking pale but blissfully relaxed in her corner of the couch, sipped her ginger ale. "The pace."
"It's murder." Bess grinned. "I love it."
"So, how is it you meet Alexi?" Yuri asked.
"He arrested me."
There was a moment of silence, while Alex aimed a killing look at Bess. Then a burst of laughter that sent the dog careening around the room again.
"Did I miss a joke?" Mikhail demanded as he swung through the door with Griff.
"No." Rachel chuckled again while her brother sat on the arm of the couch, beside his wife. "But I have a feeling it's going to be a good one. Come on, Bess, this I have to hear."
She told them, while Alex interrupted a half-dozen times to disagree or correct or put in his own perspective. Even as they sat at the b'ig old table to enjoy Nadia's pot roast, they were shouting with laughter or calling out questions.
"He put you in a cell, but you still go out with him." This from Mikhail.
"Well." Bess ran her tongue over her teeth. "He is kind of cute."
With a hearty laugh, Yuri slapped his son on the back. "The ladies, they always say so."
Alex scooped up potatoes. "Thanks, Papa."
"Is good to be attractive to women." He wiggled his brows at his wife. "Then, when you pick one, she is helpless to resist."
"I picked you," Nadia told him, passing biscuits to Nick. "You were very slow. Like a bear with, ah…" She struggled for the right word. "Soft brains." She ignored Yuri's snort of objection. "He did not come to court me. So I courted him."
"Every time I turn, there she is. In my way." When he looked at his wife, Bess saw memories and more in his eyes. "There was no prettier girl in the village than Nadia. Then she was mine."
"I liked your big hands and shy eyes," she told him. Her smile was quick and lovely. "Soon you were not so shy. But my boys," she added, turning the smile on Bess, "they were never shy with the girls."
"Why waste time?" On impulse, Alex put a hand on Bess's cheek and turned her face to his. Her smile was puzzled. Then surprise shot into her eyes as he covered her mouth with his. Not a quick, friendly kiss, this, but a scaring one that made her head buzz.
She had no way of knowing that he'd never kissed a woman not of his family at his mother's table. Nor that by doing so, he was telling those he loved that this was the woman.
As the table erupted with applause, Bess cleared her throat. "No," she managed. "Not a bit shy."
Nadia blinked back tears and raised her glass. She understood what her son had told her and felt the bittersweet pleasure that came from knowing the last of her children had given his heart. "Welcome," she said to Bess.