Waking Up Married(48)

He might not be able to give her a storybook romance with love     everlasting, but he’d make damn sure she had everything else. He’d be constant.     The man she could count on. They’d get past this trial, and time would show her.     She’d see.

* * *

Megan woke on a     gasp, her eyes flying wide as she jolted upright. She scanned the empty bed and     room around her. Tried to get a hold on the reality that was now, even as the     nightmare she’d been fleeing pressed at her mind.

She’d been running, lost in the kind of         fog only the dreamworld could conjure. Searching for Connor, knowing it was         a mistake, but unable to stop herself.

And then he was there. His arms warm         around her, his hushed nonsense a confusing comfort at her ear.

She looked up to ask him what he meant,         and it was Pete’s face speaking with Connor’s voice. “Don’t worry, I’m going         to win you over.”

Desperately she looked around and, again         finding Connor across the void, called out to him.

He smiled, the lines at the corners of his         eyes etching deeper as she watched. “I don’t remember you.”

Throwing back the covers, she pushed the nightmare away. Told     herself it was just her head processing the mess yesterday had been. Except     instead of settling down, the panic she’d experienced in her sleep was on the     rise.

She needed to find Connor. Needed to—

“Hey, you’re awake.”

She spun toward the door where he’d come to stop with that same     casual arm slung up around the top of the frame. Jeans and a soft T-shirt     tempted her with hints of the powerful body hidden beneath. But it was the     ever-elusive half smile that held her, making her feel the coming loss deep in     the center of her chest.

She swallowed, watching as Connor’s easy posture went straight     and the smile slid away with all the warmth that had been in his eyes.

His voice was hard when he spoke. “No.”

“Connor, I’m sorry.” Wringing her hands, she took a tentative     step in his direction. “I can’t do this.”

“Bull,” he fired back, the spark of temper igniting his outrage     so completely it was as though the tinder had been set, waiting in place. “You     haven’t even tried!”

“That’s not true. I have. I’ve been trying for a month. But     it’s no use. I’m not settling into a life I feel like I can keep. I don’t—” She     broke off, shifting her gaze from the accusation in his.

God, she didn’t want him looking at her that way...she didn’t     want to deserve it.

“You don’t what, Megan? If this is     it, then let’s just own it all. Say it.”

Fists balling at her sides, she fought back the pain rising in     her chest and did as he asked. “I don’t trust you.”

“Of course not. I’ve been honest, up-front and straightforward     with you from the word go.” Connor pushed off the wall, raking a savage hand     through his hair. “Yeah, I wouldn’t trust me either.”

Megan watched in despair as he stormed from one end of the room     to the other and back, his outrage blasting her like gale-force winds.

“It’s not you,” she swore. “It’s me.”

Shooting her a condemning look, he let out a harsh laugh. “Is     that so? Not a single thing I could do, huh?”

“No.” He’d already done too much. Been too perfect. Too perfect     to believe he was real.

Connor crossed his arms and stared down at her. “You never     wanted to be convinced. From the start you’ve been looking for any excuse you     can find to justify walking away before you had to risk...anything.”

Her mouth dropped open. It wasn’t true. She just—she—

She was suddenly angry. Really angry.

At herself. At Connor. At Pete and her mother and every event     that had brought her to this horrible moment.

“How am I supposed to risk everything on someone who isn’t     real!”