Megan walked down the hall to her room, tossed her purse on the bed, and hung up her jacket. Coward, she scolded herself. Why hadn’t she told Conner about Lacy? He’d given her the perfect opening, almost as if he’d suspected she was hiding a secret.

She recalled what he’d said about trust. She knew he’d been asking for a sign that he could trust her. So, what had stopped her from giving it to him?

But why wonder, when she knew the answer to that question? Telling Conner that she was Lacy would change everything between them. It would change the way he thought of her, the way he saw her. And the next time he kissed her, if it happened again, he would be imagining sexy, mysterious Lacy in his arms.

Sooner or later, she would have to tell him the truth. But she was so happy being with him, being in his arms, losing herself in his kisses, and feeling desired for herself, not some gussied-up imitation. Was it wrong to want this blissful merry-go-round ride to last a little longer?

As she was pulling off her sweater, her phone rang. Would it be Conner? She snatched it out of her purse.

“Hi, Megan, this is Tucker.” The familiar voice belonged to the bass player for the Badger Hollow Boys. “Hey, sorry for the last-minute notice, but we landed a major gig for tomorrow night, when another group canceled. It’s a big event, lots of people to hear you. We’re hoping you’ll make a flying trip back here to sing with us. What do you say?”

For an instant, Megan was stunned into silence—not because she didn’t want to sing, but because the offer had come out of nowhere and demanded an instant decision.

“This could be it, your big chance,” Tucker said.

“Or just another bar gig. Be straight with me, Tucker.”

“I am. It’s a big auditorium concert. We’ll be opening for Rascal Flatts. We could get another singer, but you were our first choice. Come on, this is too big for you to turn down.”

“How soon do you need an answer?” she said, thinking of Conner.

“Soon,” he said. “I’ll call you back in fifteen minutes. If you can’t do it, we’ll have to scramble for a replacement. We’ll be rehearsing tomorrow morning. It would be best if you could catch a red-eye out of Amarillo tonight. That way, you’d be here in time to run through the songs with us.”

“I understand. I just need to check on something.”

Megan ended the call and scrolled to Conner’s number. There was no way she could turn down this once-ina-lifetime chance. But Conner had asked her for honesty. She didn’t want to accept the offer without letting him know.