Meesha & Connor
What Happens in Vegas, Book 2
What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay there...
Devoted. Ambitious. Conflicted.
For ten years, Meesha Williams has loved only one man. As her wedding day nears, she should be celebrating the journey from teenage sweethearts to soulmates.
Instead, a secret she can't take back threatens to destroy it all.
To make matters worse, her future mother-in-law is determined to reunite Connor with his ex, and Meesha's mistake couldn’t have come at a worse time.
Loyal. Dependable. Unforgiving.
Connor Beauregard’s hockey dreams ended with a devastating injury, but he rebuilt his future—with Meesha at the center.
He’s stood firm against his mother's disapproval and poured everything into their relationship.
Until a stranger reveals the truth: Meesha’s been hiding something big.
With the wedding just days away, Connor must ask himself: Is the woman he’s loved since he was eighteen still the one he wants to marry?
The blonde woman closes the door, her eyes flickering between Connor and me. She has high cheekbones, clear skin, and dressed in an ankle-length winter jacket. The woman offers a small smile as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze briefly dropping to the floor before meeting mine with what looks like discomfort.
“Le restaurant était trop plein,” Vivienne says, removing her gloves one finger at a time. “This is Frédérique. You know her already, I think? From before?” Vivienne gestures to the other woman.
My mind races. Frédérique... the name clicks into place.
Connor’s ex-girlfriend from Montreal. The one he dated before moving to Winter Bay. The one his mother adored.
“Maman came back with me yesterday. She’s staying until the wedding.” Connor won’t meet my eyes. “Her hip replacement recovery is taking longer than expected.”
Vivienne settles herself on the arm of the sofa, surveying me. “The doctors, they insist I need full-time care. Frédérique—she was kind enough to come with me, là. She leave her life in Montréal for me.”
I turn to Connor. “Isn’t she your ex?”
Before Connor can answer, Vivienne laughs lightly. “Oh, they were just children then. Frédérique has been like a daughter to me for years.”
“And is Frédérique staying here too?” I ask, looking directly at Connor.
“Of course she will stay here! Where else would she go?” Vivienne interjects smoothly. “Frédérique needs to be close to monitor my recovery.”
I take a deep breath, forcing a tight smile that feels like it might crack my face. “Connor, can I speak with you for a moment? Privately?”
“Of course. Excuse us,” he says to his mother and Frédérique.
I lead him to the kitchen, waiting until we’re out of earshot before turning to face him. “What the hell, Connor?” I hiss, keeping my voice low but unable to hide my anger. “Your ex-girlfriend is staying at your house? And you didn’t think to mention this to me?”
