My nerves come crashing back the second I’m alone in Ant’s bed without him. I wake gasping from one of my usual nightmares—the one where I’m walking down a wedding aisle in perfect white silk, heart soaring, only to reach the altar and find it empty. The guests stare in stunned silence, pity and shock on every face. Normally it’s Jack who’s vanished, leaving me humiliated and broken. This time it was Ant.

The fear sinks its claws in deep. What the hell am I doing? Diving headfirst into a dream that can’t possibly last? Am I really the kind of woman who can be everything a man like Anthony Bradstone needs? I wasn’t enough for Jack. Why would I be enough for him?