He wasn’t at all surprised that she understood. “But no one can be a hero twenty-four seven.”

“Of course you can’t.”

He should have known she’d see too much, that she’d hear all the things he wasn’t saying. Because even though she wanted him just to go away, she was watching him carefully as they spoke about his ex.

“There’s more to the story, isn’t there?”

Shit. He didn’t want to tell her this, didn’t ever like to talk about it. Even his family didn’t know how bad things had gotten with Kate. Only Zach, who had been with him when they’d found her.

“She didn’t take the breakup well.”

Megan’s eyes widened and for a moment he thought she was going to come over to him. Instead, she simply asked, “What happened, Gabe?”

He swallowed, those horrible minutes when he’d found Kate bleeding in his house coming back to him as if five minutes instead of five years had passed.

“She said she couldn’t live without me. That I was the only reason she was still alive. I found her in my apartment just in time.”

“Gabe.” Megan’s voice was hollow around his name. “My God, how could she have done that to you?”

How, Gabe had to wonder, had he ever compared this strong, magnificent woman standing before him to the girl he’d stupidly dated half a decade ago?

“You’re nothing like her, Megan,” he told her, believing it more every time he said it. “You’re strong. She wasn’t. You’re not looking for anyone to take care of you. I think,” he paused, weighing his words carefully before saying them, “that was all she ever wanted from me.”

“I’m sorry, Gabe, so sorry you had to go through that.” She shook her head. “No wonder you’ve got that rule about fire victims. It makes perfect sense.” She blinked at him. “I’d have the same rule. And I wouldn’t break it. Not for anyone.”

“Megan,” he began, even though he wasn’t sure exactly what he was going to say to her. All he knew was that she had to stop painting everything so black and white.

She moved one hand from his shirt to hold it up in classic Stop position.

“The fact remains that you saved my life. And my daughter’s. I’ll never be able to forget what you did for us. You’re right that I would never do anything like that to you, but how am I supposed to stop seeing you as a hero for what you did?” He hadn’t made a move toward her, so she dropped her hand. “You’ll always be the larger-than-life firefighter who risked his life for me, Gabe.”

Damn it. Everything she said was making sense, but all those moments when they hadn’t been talking had made sense, too. So much sense that he still couldn’t quite wrap his brain around the magnitude of the fireworks that had lit and exploded between them.

“You deserve to be with a woman who sees you for everything you are.” She swallowed hard. “And I deserve a long life with a man that isn’t bound and tied to chasing danger. I can’t go through what I went through with David. I just can’t. Please,” she said softly, “don’t make this harder on both of us than it needs to be. We shared one incredible night.” She looked out toward the window. “Part of a morning, too, and that’s going to have to be enough.” She turned back to him. “I need to check out of my room and go pick up Summer soon.”

“You’re leaving this morning?”

“Yes. As soon as I get Summer.”

“Do I get to say goodbye?”

“Goodbye,” she said, purposely misunderstanding him.

Gabe had heard the word heartbroken many times, but he’d never understood it until today.

Thinking of the rest of the week in Lake Tahoe without Megan and Summer made his chest feel like it was cracking open, right in the center.

“Summer will wonder what happened.”

“You’re bigger than that,” she told him in a soft voice. “Please don’t use my daughter to try to get me to change my mind about us.”

Was he really bigger than that?

What rules would he break for the chance to be with this woman?

His?

Hers?

All of them?

Suddenly, she seemed to realize that she was wearing his shirt. A small sound of dismay came from her lips as she pulled it tighter around her. “You need your shirt.”

Gabe knew he should tell her he didn’t need the shirt to make his way back to his room. Barring that, he should turn and let her strip it off in private.

But for all the times he’d been called a hero, right now he was just a man.

And if he was being kicked out of her life, if never was all that he had to look forward to, he wanted one last look at her. One final chance to imprint the most beautiful woman he’d ever known into his memory.

“Yes, if I’m leaving, I guess I do.”

She blinked at him, a doe caught in the headlights. “I didn’t realize I’d grabbed it.” She was biting her lip and flushing at the thought of being naked in front of him again. As if she didn’t want him to think she’d purposely put on his shirt because she wanted a part of him around her, she added, “It was the closest thing to the bed.”

A half-dozen thoughts shot through his brain at once.

He wanted to pull her into him, take her back to bed, and remind her how good they were together.

He wanted to tell her he didn’t have any of this figured out, either, that it didn’t make any more sense to him than it made to her, but he didn’t care.