I let her think about it and work it out in her head. I didn’t need to force her to accept what I was telling her. I needed her to believe me and allow me to show her that this was the truth. Gannon had been more me than the man I’d been showing the world since I was ten years old.

The only bullying I would do with her was when she had doctor appointments and when she needed help. I would be there for those. She wasn’t alone anymore. In time, she’d realize that. I was patient. I had time.

“You know where my doctor is,” she said simply when I pulled into the parking lot.

“Yes. I make sure I know everything important. This is important.”

She didn’t move to get out when I parked. Instead, she sat with her hands in her lap. “I loved Gannon.”

“I know.”

She nodded but didn’t look at me. She kept her gaze focused straight ahead. “I need time to get to know Cope.”

“He’s the same man, but I understand. I’m here when you’re ready to give me a chance.”

“I’m ready.”

“Good.”

Nan

I had fallen asleep on the way back from hearing our baby’s heartbeat. It had been strong, and the doctor had been pleased. The relief must have been enough to relax me, because I’d taken a nap, completely unconcerned, with Cope at the wheel.

He had woken me when we arrived home, then tucked me into my bed. Sleep had come back once again, snuggling me up and pulling me in. Napping had never been so delicious. I did it often these days.

When I opened my eyes, I smelled something appealing drifting up the stairs from the kitchen. A glass of ginger ale was beside the bed, and I took a long drink before getting up. He’d known this was what I would want when I woke up. He knew everything. I wasn’t sure if that was creepy or endearing.

The way he had held my hand while we listened to the heartbeat fill the room had made my heart squeeze. I had expected to do that alone, but in that moment, I’d been so thankful that I had someone there who was as overwhelmed and awed as I was. I got to share it with him.

He’d said he was the same man as Gannon, but there were things about him that made me disagree. Cope was softer than Gannon. He showed love where Gannon had not. I realized Cope made me feel secure in a way that Gannon had not. I always felt as if Gannon would vanish at any moment, but the man I’d been introduced to as Cope I trusted to stay. Even as I fought the fact that I wanted him here, I knew he wouldn’t leave.

I didn’t want him to.

Standing up, I headed for the door and downstairs. I wanted to see him in my house. Cooking in my kitchen. These were dreams I’d never experienced because I had been afraid to. This wasn’t what I knew in men. It was something that men did for the Blaires and Harlows of this world. Not the Nans.

But no one had explained that fact to Cope. Because there he stood at my sink, washing up the dishes he had dirtied. His gaze was on mine the moment I stepped into the room.

“I’m baking chicken with spaghetti. Did you sleep well? Sure sounded like it.”

“Sounded?” I asked, frowning.

“You snore. Loudly.”

I rolled my eyes and walked over to sit on the bar stool across from him. “No, I don’t.”

“The hell you don’t. Like a freaking saw.”

I wasn’t sure if he was teasing or serious. “Really?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“I’ve never been told I snore before.”

“You do. Trust me.”

“Must be the pregnancy.”

“Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better. I’ve watched you snore for months.”

“You’re an ass,” I muttered. Then I froze. Watched me? “How did you watch me for months?” My heart sped up, and I felt slightly panicked.

He didn’t move from where he stood, and I stared at him, knowing he’d be honest, no matter how much I didn’t want to hear it. “Surveillance.”

Holy mother of God. He had seen me sleep? What else? Bathing? Dressing? I felt exposed in a way I never had. “Who all saw me?” I asked, needing to sit down, to run and hide, to wrap myself up in a ball and cry. This was my home. My safe place. I hadn’t realized that surveillance meant they watched me inside my home.

“Just me. Only me. From day one.”

Just him. That fact eased some of the panic but not all of it. My mind raced to all the things he’d seen. All the privacy that was now ripped from me.

“I fell in love with you before I met you. Watching you. I knew everything about you.”

Oh, God. I was going to be sick. I backed away, shaking my head. “You watched me,” I said, letting it sink in further.

He nodded. “And it was me who made love to you those nights.”

The dreams . . . they weren’t dreams.

The world I had accepted was now blowing up in front of me with colors and images I wasn’t ready for. Deep down, had I known those weren’t dreams and that accepting it made me feel wrong in some way? Was I fucked up in the head?

“You came to me at night.” I had to say it out loud. Taste the words on my tongue. Face the truth. Decide if I could handle it.

“Yes. After having you in Vegas, I couldn’t stay away. The night Major kissed you, I lost my mind. Those notes were my words. That date I planned out, and he got all the credit. He’d done nothing but buy you damn roses. So I came to you. Needing to reassure myself that it was me you wanted. It was selfish, but you drew me in without fear. So easily.”

I had. Believing he was a dream was easy. Those notes had been from him. It made sense. Major wouldn’t think of something like that. The secret garden and the meal had all seemed as surprising to Major as it had to me. I’d been confused by that, but now it made sense.