“And what about your great singing career?” Derek started the car and pulled away from the curb. “You weren’t really incandescent up there, you know. You can barely sing on key, and in that Lacy Leatherwood getup, you look like a two-bit streetwalker.”
He was trying to hurt her now, but Megan couldn’t help finding a bit of truth in his words. Maybe, just maybe, he was right.
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” she said. “Just drive.”
Fifteen minutes later, Derek let her out in front of her building and drove away, with a roar and a squeal of tires. Still costumed as Lacy, Megan took the elevator upstairs to her one-bedroom apartment and let herself in.
Before doing anything else, she found her cell phone in her purse and tried calling Conner again. There was no answer, not even voicemail. What was wrong? Surely, if Conner had been in some awful accident, her parents would have heard about it and called her. Maybe there was just something wrong with his phone, but she wouldn’t rest easy until she knew for sure. She had Tracy’s number and called her, but could only leave a message. If she’d thought to get the phone numbers of his partners, or Maggie, she would have called them. But Conner’s and Tracy’s numbers were the only ones she had.
Still worried, she began the process of removing her costume, laying out the clothes, wig, boots, and makeup case and packing them away for the trip home to Branding Iron. She wouldn’t be wearing them again until the night of the Cowboy Christmas Ball. Maybe after that, she would pack Lacy Leatherwood away for good. It was time.
And why not? Tonight she’d burnt her final bridges with Derek and her job. She would miss her friends in the band, but they’d have no trouble finding a new and perhaps more talented singer. And one of the teachers at school was looking for an apartment. It was as if her life only needed a nudge from her, and everything would fall into place.
Her nerves were still raw from the final parting with Derek. It hadn’t been pleasant, but it had to happen. Maybe he would now meet a woman who wouldn’t mind his controlling ways—and could hopefully stand up to them.
Derek’s words had been brutal, but they’d forced her to clarify her thoughts. True, Conner had a reputation for breaking hearts, and he’d never told her that he loved her. But he had trust issues of his own. If she wanted to get around those issues, she would have to love him enough to be completely honest—and that would include revealing her secret identity as Lacy.
With a tired yawn, she set the alarm, crawled into bed, and tried to sleep. But her mind was churning with worries and plans. Her flight left early tomorrow morning. After it landed, she would have to drive home from Amarillo. By the time she arrived in Branding Iron, it would be midday.
After a quick check-in with her family, she would set out to find Conner—or at least find out what had happened to him. She would go to the ranch first. If he wasn’t there, she would go to Maggie’s.
She could only hope that he was all right, and that, when she finally told him the truth about being Lacy, he would forgive her.
* * *
Conner finished cutting the season’s last tree and loaded it onto the trailer. Pausing to rest a moment, he gazed out beyond the dark pines to the horizon, where muddy-looking clouds were spilling over the western hills. The December sky was clear, but the breeze on his face smelled of snow. Did he dare to hope for a storm that would bring a white Christmas?
After tying the load of trees onto the trailer and checking the hitch, he climbed into the driver’s seat of the ATV, whistled for the dog, and headed back down the trail toward the house. Bucket made a flying leap to land beside him on the passenger seat.
Conner and Rush had been cutting and hauling trees all morning, but now Rush had left on an emergency call. Conner was on his own. He was still waiting for the cell phone he’d ordered after giving up on the one he’d dropped in the puddle. This morning, he’d borrowed Rush’s phone and tried to call Megan, but after a few rings, the call had gone to voicemail. Twice—once yesterday and once last night, he’d driven by her house, thinking to find her and explain about the phone. But both times, her car had been missing from the driveway, and he hadn’t wanted to disturb her family.
Things had been so good between them on Sunday. What had happened? Some emergency? Since he knew she couldn’t call him, all he could do was wait and hope.
As he neared the house, he saw her small blue Toyota pulling into the driveway. His pulse kicked into high gear. If she got out of the vehicle, she would know he was home. She’d see his Jeep parked under the shed and hear the roar of the approaching ATV.
He watched her climb out of the car. Yes—she’d seen him coming. She was waving. Everything was going to be all right.
As he pulled up to the house, Bucket jumped to the ground and raced over to greet the newcomer. Conner shut down the engine and climbed out of the ATV. As he walked toward her, she ran to him and flung herself into his open
arms.
He held her close, loving the feel of her in his arms. She trembled against him, so delicate and vulnerable, and yet so strong. But he could sense that she was troubled.
“What is it?” he murmured, his lips against her hair.
She raised her head to look up at him. Tears glimmered in her dark eyes. “I just got back from Nashville. I called and called to tell you I was leaving. But I couldn’t reach you. I was afraid something had gone wrong.”
“Hey, I’m fine.” His arms tightened around her. “Just my blasted phone—dropped it in a puddle and it stopped working. I tried to find you and tell you, but you were gone. This morning, I was able to call you on Rush’s phone. When you didn’t answer, I left a message.”
“I must’ve been on the plane. And I haven’t checked my messages since I landed in Amarillo.”
“But you say you went to Nashville?” He hated having to ask the question. “What for?”
When she hesitated, the first thing Conner thought of was the boyfriend she’d broken up with. Had she gone to be with him? Was she about to tell him they were back together?
“Tell me,” he said. “It’s all right. I just want the truth.”
“And the truth is what I’m about to give you.” She eased away, reached into her coat pocket, and handed him the keys to her car. “There’s a suitcase in the trunk. If you’ll get it and take it into the house for me, I’ll show you what’s inside.”