“Dr. Nadeen?” a nurse called from the top of the hall.

“Yes?”

“You’re needed in rxam room Four.”

“As soon as I finish this patient consultation, I’ll be there,” he replied.

At his blatant lie, Megan covered her mouth to hide her giggling. “I have to go. But can I come over tonight?”

“Yep. Let me get Mason fed and bathed, and then I’m yours.”

“See you later.” He winked at her before he turned and started down the hall.

* * *

A few nights later Pesh found himself speeding along the quiet streets of Megan’s neighborhood. His phone dinged once again. Slowing down, he took a peek to make sure it wasn’t the hospital. He wasn’t too surprised to find it was another text from Megan. He could tell from the way she had been frantically texting him that afternoon and evening that she was nervous, which was totally surprising to him. She was so strong and fearless that it was hard for him to imagine her ever feeling nervous. But he supposed that in Megan’s mind she had good cause to be nervous as tonight he was introducing her to his family.

After he picked her up, they were going to his sister, Shveta’s, house for dinner. His parents, along with at least one of his brothers, would be there. Although he had spent a lot of time with her family, it hadn’t quite meant the same thing as her spending time with his. He didn’t know if her nerves stemmed from simply meeting his family or if they were from the fear of how far their relationship had progressed in the last few months.

He turned into the driveway at ten after seven. He didn’t even get up the front porch steps before the door flew open, and Megan rushed out. Her diminutive figure wobbled a little on the black high heels she was sporting. She wore black pants, and a dressy red top that had a lot of beading. It reminded him of the kurta, a style that women from his culture wore. He wondered if she had chosen it for that reason.

“You look beautiful,” Pesh murmured, leaning in to kiss her tenderly. When she didn’t warm to his touch, he gazed down at her. “What’s wrong?”

Rolling her eyes, she snapped. “Duh, I’m really nervous.”

“You’re really that worried about my family’s opinion of you?”

She threw up her hands. “Of course, I am. Your family is very important to you. I don’t want…” She tore her gaze from his.

“You don’t want what?” he pressed.

“I don’t want to bring shame to you.”

He bit down on his lip to keep from laughing at her. He couldn’t believe Megan was so concerned with his family’s opinion. His heartbeat accelerated at the thought. It had to mean she really was falling in love with him. He brushed a silky strand of blonde hair out of her face. “Sweetheart, you’re not the first American girl I’ve brought home with me.”

“Yes, I’m well aware of that. I’m also aware of the fact of how well your family loved and accepted Jade. It might not be the same way with me.” She stared up at him. “I’m not like her, Pesh. I’m not meek and good-hearted.”

He shook his head. “That’s not true. You are good-hearted. I see that part of you each and every day.” Cupping her chin with his fingers, he brought her gaze to his. “You saw my brother, Dev. Through all of his missteps and antics, my parents still love him very much. So I promise you there is nothing you can do to where they won’t like you or where you’ll bring shame on me. Okay?”

She gave a reluctant nod. “Okay.”

Taking her by the hand, he led her off the porch. Once he’d gotten her in the car, he went around and slid into the driver’s seat. When Pesh cranked up the car, Megan gasped in horror. “What?” he asked.

She motioned to the clock on the dash. “Oh my God, we’re going to be late. Can I make a worse first impression?”

Pesh laughed. “Maybe I should tell you a few things, etiquette wise, so tonight will go a little easier.”

“What does that have to do with us being late?”

“Because it’s considered good form to arrive thirty minutes late.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Huh, I didn’t know that.”

“Well, how could you?”

“I tried doing a little research. I even watched Monsoon Wedding,” she said.

Pesh laughed. “Did you now?”

“Yeah, it was pretty good. I kinda hated there weren’t more dance numbers and songs.”

“Megan, I’m pretty sure none of my family is going to break out into song like in a Bollywood movie tonight,” he said, with amusement ringing in his voice.

She rolled her eyes. “I didn’t expect them to, smart-ass.”

He tsked at her. “So testy tonight.”

After exhaling a long breath, she gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry I’m so bitchy.”

“You’re not bitchy.”

“And you’re lying.”

“Regardless of your out-of-control emotions, I know that my family is going to love you just as much as I do.”

The moment the words left his lips he grimaced. There was the Big L word. They hadn’t actually exchanged it yet, and now he’d managed to screw up and say it before he could find the right time.

“Oh God, did you have to say that now? Like I’m not nervous enough!”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

Burying her head in her hands, she groaned. “This is...you are…I…”

“Look, you don’t—”

“I love you, too!” she shouted from behind her hands.

His hands jerked on the wheel, and he sent the car careening onto the emergency lane. When he recovered and got the car back into the right lane, he dared himself to look over at her. She peeked at him through her fingers. “I love you, Pesh. I really fucking do.”

“Oh Megan,” he whispered.

Pulling her hands away from her face, she gave him a genuine smile. “I love you more than any man I’ve ever known.”

“I love you more—” Suddenly he found himself unable to continue. Did he love her more than he had Jade? He had spent years with Jade and had only months with Megan. If he did love Megan more, what did that say about his relationship with Jade?

She reached over and took one of his hands in hers. “Hey, you don’t have to say what I said. Our situations are completely different.”

He clenched and unclenched his jaw. “No woman wants half a man’s heart,” he argued.

“But I know it isn’t half your heart. And I wouldn’t want you to stop loving me just because I died, so why would I expect you to do the same with Jade?”

“It’s not fair to you,” he croaked.

“Life’s not fair, baby. You have to get used to that one.” She squeezed his hand. “Besides, I know what I feel when I feel your love. There’s no half about it. You love me with all your heart and soul.”

“I do. I honestly do.”

Unfastening her seat belt, she lunged over to kiss him. When she started to deepen the kiss, he had to pull away. “Hey now, you gotta stop that or we’re not going to make it to my parents.”

She giggled and then eased back down into her seat. She managed to behave herself the remaining five minutes. When he pulled into his parents drive, he saw it was already crowded with cars. The sight of so many people set Megan off, and she began tapping her fingers nervously on her leg.

“Ready?” he asked, as he turned to her.

“As I’ll ever be,” she muttered.

He shook his head as he got out of the car. Like always, he opened her car door and helped her out. As they started up the sidewalk, Megan was a flurry of movement. She smoothed down her hair and then she adjusted her top. Then she fiddled with her purse on her shoulder.

“Quit fidgeting,” Pesh whispered, as he rang the doorbell.

“I can’t help it. I’m nervous.”

He grinned down at her. “Megan, they’re going to love you. I promise.”

She shook her head. “They’re going to hate me because I’m not a submissive Indian woman. Wait until they hear I had a child out of wedlock. They’ll be ready to disown you then.”

The door flew open, cutting off the rest of their conversation. “Brother, it’s so good to see you!” his brother-in-law, Sanjay, cried. After he hugged Pesh, his gaze went to Megan. His eyes widened, and he gasped in surprise. “Uh, hello.”

“Hi,” Megan said.

Sanjay gave Pesh a curious look. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing company.”

“This is Megan.” With a self-assured tone, he added, “She’s my girlfriend.”

“Really? Well, what about that?” Sanjay gave Megan a welcoming smile. “We’re so glad to have you.”

“Thank you,” Megan replied.

As Sanjay turned to go into the living room, Megan smacked Pesh’s arm. “You didn’t tell them you were bringing me?”

He shook his head. “No, I like the element of surprise when it comes to my love life.”

“S-Seriously?” she sputtered.

“It’s better this way. Trust me.”

Before she could say anything else, Pesh started taking off his shoes. Wide-eyed, Megan watched him. Quickly, she stepped out of her heels and put them in the pile next to his. “More etiquette you forgot to tell me?” she hissed.

He patted the small of her back. “You’re fine.”

As they came into the living room, Pesh felt Megan tense at his side. He supposed that it was overwhelming coming into a room packed full of strangers. His sister, Shveta, came forward first. “Hello brother. You’re looking well this evening.”

“Thank you. So are you.” He hugged her tight. As he pulled away, he glanced down at her swollen belly. “And how is the future prince doing?”

Shveta smiled and brought her hand to her abdomen. “He’s busy kicking me at the moment.” When she spied Megan behind him, she gasped. “And who is this?”

He drew in a breath and gazed around his family. “Before I go through this with each and every one of you, I might as well get it out of the way. I want to introduce you to someone very special, my girlfriend, Megan.”

Deafening silence reverberated around the room after his statement. His mother and father exchanged a glance before staring back at Pesh. Megan tucked herself even closer to his side. Although public displays of affection between men and women were frowned upon in his culture, he wrapped his arm around her waist. “Well, say something,” he commanded.

“We’re sorry, son. It’s just you caught us off guard,” his mother said.

His father’s bushy brows rose. “So you’re really dating, eh?”

“Yes, I am.”

At his declaration, his father clapped his hands and grinned. “That is most wonderful to hear!” He came forward to embrace Megan. “You are very welcome here.”

“Thank you,” she said.

“I’m Charlie,” his father introduced.

“Megan,” she replied, with a small smile.

Pesh peered past his father where his mother stood chewing her lip. He could tell she wasn’t entirely happy that another blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman was standing beside her son. While Shveta and Arjan had both sought out Indian partners to marry, he and Dev were somewhat the black sheep since they hadn’t chosen to settle down with women within their culture.

Finally, his mother’s manners won out over anything else, and she stepped forward to shake Megan’s hand. “I’m Lavani. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice meeting you, too,” Megan replied.

The room then fell into an awkward silence. Pesh glanced around, willing someone to say something. His mother cleared her throat. “I’ll go and finish up dinner.” As she started into the kitchen, Shveta followed her, along with Arjan’s wife. Since it was customary for women to be in the kitchen, Pesh found it to be only Megan left with the men.

It didn’t go without her notice either. “Should I go and offer to help?” she questioned, in a whisper.

“Sure. That would be nice.”

Her expression told him that she really didn’t want to leave his side, but she did anyway. Once she was out of earshot, Pesh found everyone’s eyes on him. “What?”

Charlie chuckled. “You even have to ask, my son?”

“So ask your questions and get it over with before Megan comes back in here,” he replied, as he collapsed onto the couch.

He faced a barrage of questions about where they met, how long they had been seeing each other, and how serious was it. He mustered as much patience as he could to answer them all. When he was finished, the men sat back in surprised silence.

“I never thought I would see the day,” his father mused.

Sanjay shook his head. “Oh, I knew the day would come. I saw that when he was out with Emma.”

Charlie’s brows furrowed. “Emma?”

Pesh pinched his eyes shut and wished his brother-in-law didn’t have such a good memory. “Just a friend.”