Nor had she felt uncomfortable around anything that related to him once she relaxed and realized her feelings were genuine.
His family was awesome and accepted her so easily.
She’d flown more in the past several months than she had in the past five years.
Foster’s wedding in April. To North Carolina to meet Talia’s daughter in May for two days, then from there to New York to meet Laken’s son for two days. Luckily they planned it so they could catch a ride back to California on West’s jet with West, Braylon, and Nelson as Rowan’s three brothers had business on the West Coast.
Talk about traveling in style.
They’d planned on a quick two-day trip to meet her parents earlier this month, but her parents said it was too soon for her to be near Sandy and offered to spend some time in California.
She’d been relieved by the offer and took them up on it.
Her parents stayed at Rowan’s, had a wonderful vacation for five days they hadn’t had in a few decades and loved her boyfriend.
What wasn’t there to love about Rowan?
She hadn’t asked about her sister, but her father had volunteered Sandy was bitter over the vacation her parents were getting, but they’d said under no circumstances was her sister allowed to come or the threat to kick her out held.
The last thing she needed was her sister to blame her for anything more. All she wanted was peace and to live her life without the drama she’d experienced for years. Better late than never that her parents had her back.
Her mother even took the time to apologize for not standing up sooner or giving more support with her diabetes when she was younger.
It was behind her now, and in her eyes, she might not have turned out as strong as she had if she hadn’t been pushed to do it herself.
“I’ve got a gift for you,” Rowan said. He moved off the couch and pulled a big box toward her. She hadn’t seen it hidden there.
“Are you going to tell me what this is about? My birthday passed.”
He’d taken her to a romantic dinner, then given her a beautiful medical ID necklace to replace the basic bracelet she always wore and didn’t care for.
Somehow he’d figured out a way to have a fashionable necklace made that wouldn’t stand out for what it was unless you got close enough. On the back was his number to reach for an emergency.
She didn’t know why that made her cry, but it had.
“Have some fun,” he said. “You’re killing me.”
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll have some fun. Not sure what this could be. The box is huge.”
She pulled the paper away, undid the tape keeping it closed and found another box inside wrapped.
She let out a breath and squinted at him. “Yep. You need to unwrap each one to see what might hold the prize.”
“How many are there?” she asked, laughing.
“Don’t be a grouch. Just have fun with it.”
It was hard not to with Rowan nudging her on.
When she finally reached the sixth box, she caught on. “Six boxes for being the sixth kid?”
“You got it,” he said, tapping her nose. “Few would.”
“Because I get you.”
This box was small though. A jewelry box.
Her heart was hammering, her hands were shaking, her breath coming in short.
