Meg sat up, but she couldn’t stand. Not yet. She was trembling, from head to toe. It had seemed incredibly real. The dream had been more real than anything she could remember experiencing. She recalled Mark had said it would be as real as she wanted it to be. He’d been right.
Feeling slightly steadier, Meg got to her feet and headed for the shower. Maybe she should rethink her ‘go it alone’ attitude and give Mark a shot after all. If her dream was any indication, she might be missing out on something pretty special. But she was getting ahead of herself. There was no guarantee he was interested in her, and after what he saw yesterday, she would probably never see him again.
Ah, well, it was a nice thought while it lasted. Maybe, if she was lucky, she’d at least get to see him again in her
