I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and moved my hand away from her to cover my face as I pushed away the dream. I kept reminding myself over and over that she was fine, that I hadn’t touched her . . . but it didn’t take away the fear that one day it could be real.
I can’t do this to her. I can’t do this.
But I’m not ready to let her go.
Opening my eyes, I stared at her unmarked skin and took deep breaths in—letting her sweet scent wash over me as I looked over every exposed part of her body and reminded myself that she was fine. That I hadn’t hurt her.
When my breathing had returned to normal, I glanced at the clock behind Maci and stifled a sigh. Brushing my knuckles against her cheek, I leaned in and kissed the corner of her lips gently. A soft whimper sounded in the back of her throat, and she curled her body closer to mine as she dug her head into my shoulder.
“Wake up, sweetheart,” I whispered into her ear.
“Mmm, nu uh.”
Laughing softly, I kissed a trail down her jaw, and then up to her mouth. “I have to leave.”
She’d been leaning into my kiss, but jerked back when I spoke. “Where are you going? I thought you were off.”
“I am, but it’s Saturday. I need to go see my sister.”
Maci nodded in acknowledgment and studied me for a few moments before asking, “How is Amy?”
“She’s fine,” I said automatically.
“You don’t talk about her much.”
“There isn’t much to say.”
Another minute went by before Maci pulled from my arms and started to get off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
She looked over her shoulder at me as she grabbed her pants from the floor and pulled them on. “You said you have to leave, so I’m going.”
“I don’t need to go yet, I planned on spending some time with you first.”
“It’s not a big deal, really. Have fun with my brothers tonight.”
I sat up and pushed the comforter off me. “What the hell, Maci, what’s wrong? What changed from last night to this morning?” Last night she’d cried because she was afraid her brothers would make us stop seeing each other, and now she wouldn’t even stay with me? My stomach churned when I realized I might have done something to her in my sleep, and that’s why she was rushing to get away. “Maci,” I said again when she reached my bedroom door, my voice ragged as lifelong fears clawed at my chest.
She stopped and held the handle of my door, like she was going to shut it behind her, for a few seconds before finally looking back at me. “I don’t believe you.”
My brows pinched together in confusion. “Wait, what? About what?”
“Your sister. That there’s nothing to say . . . I don’t believe it.”
I let my face go into the expression I wore during interviews and interrogations, and hoped like hell she hadn’t noticed how I’d just gone still.
“You’re extremely protective of her. So much that I think I’ve only seen her twice in my life? And you pushed her into another room one time, the second toward her car. Have my brothers even met her?”
“What difference does it make?”
“You wouldn’t be that protective of her if there was nothing to say. You told me this week you see her every Saturday unless you’re at work. So all that says to me right now, is you’re lying. You’re keeping something from me.”
“Maci, don’t start this—”
She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. But it wasn’t a defensive stance, it looked like she was curling in on herself. “No, Connor, don’t tell me what to do or not to do. You didn’t like that I kept waiting for you to hurt me, that I acted like I didn’t care about you. Why is it okay for you to get frustrated when I lie because I’m shielding myself from being hurt by you, but it’s not okay for me to get upset when you lie to me?”
“I won’t hurt you.” My body felt hot and cold at once as I remembered making her bleed last night, and the nightmare I’d just repressed came flooding back.
“You keep saying that. I know. But you’re keeping something from me.”
Shaking the disturbing images from my head, I flung my arms out to the side, and tried to remember what we were talking about. “I don’t understand why you’re getting this worked up over my sister.”
“Don’t say it like that. You know why I’m upset. You freeze up whenever anyone mentions her, and you did it with me just now. If you want me to keep being open and honest with you, you need to be honest with me. I know you’re hiding something, Connor.”
“No, you think—”
“Save it. Have a good day.”
“Maci!”
She didn’t respond, and I didn’t go after her. Because she was right . . . I just couldn’t tell her. Sharing my past with Cassidy—and people who could benefit from my story—was one thing. Telling Maci was another. She’d had no idea that Amy and I were even adopted. And if I told her about my past, I’d have to tell her about my fears of the future. I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t ready to lose her.
Once I heard both our doors open and shut, I slowly got out of the bed and went about straightening it up before picking up the broken pieces of my lamp. I tried to stop the thought that by keeping Maci in the dark . . . and keeping her . . . I’d actually just lost her.
Letting our night together flood my mind instead, I took a shower, dressed, and headed over to Amy’s to spend time with her and my nephew.
AMY HAD SPENT most of the last two hours watching me carefully, and I’d hated that she was doing it. I knew what she was doing. She was about to go all mom mode on me, and she’d see right through my bullshit.
With a sigh, I sat up with Ben in my arms and focused on her. “Just say it. Let’s get it over with.”
Her lips pulled up on one side in a sympathetic smile. “What happened between you and Maci? You were so happy when I saw you last week.”
Knowing it was pointless to lie, I told her about this morning, and waited for five agonizing minutes as she studied me.
“You still haven’t told her about us?”
“Still?” I asked, a little confused. “I don’t know what you mean by ‘still.’ We’ve only been seeing each other for a week and a half.”
“You told Cassidy and you weren’t even seeing her,” she said, accusation coating her voice.
“Cassidy was different and you know that. She had a past worse than ours, she understood.”
“But you weren’t in love with her.”
I sat there, waiting for her to correct herself . . . or maybe for myself to realize I’d heard her wrong. But the way her eyes speared me, I knew I’d heard her correctly. “I’m sorry . . . but I’m not in love with Maci either.”
“Maybe not yet, but she’s different for you. You can’t deny that.”
Ben started squirming in my arms, so I let him go to crawl around the floor between us. “It doesn’t matter if she is or not, nothing can come of it and you know it.”
“Why not, Connor? What is so wrong with marrying Maci Price? You’re fearless, her brothers can’t scare you that bad.”
I looked at her, horrified. “I can’t marry her.”
“You would have married Cassidy.”
“She would have understood, Amy! She would have understood everything!” I tried to calm down as I waited for her to respond. But she just sat there shaking her head at me. “What?”
“Kevin didn’t have our past: was it wrong for me to marry him? Was it wrong for me to have Ben?”
“Amy”—I sighed and ran my hands through my hair—“you don’t have problems with your anger like I do.”