She wanted it to go away. She wanted to go back to her dream. She groaned. She’d forgotten to turn off her cell phone alarm. Of all the weekends to forget, it had to be this one. Pulling herself up on her elbow, she reached for her phone and disengaged the alarm. She flopped back onto the pillow and let her mind drift back to the dream she’d been jolted out of. She’d been dancing in Gage’s arms again. Macy was singing a beautiful song just for them. The part she wanted to block out was the memory of where they were and what she was wearing. Unfortunately, her mind wouldn’t let her have dream amnesia, and the picture of her in a wedding dress and Gage looking spectacular in tuxedo wouldn’t fade away. Why on earth was she having dreams about marrying Gage? Three days ago he was an annoying oilman who fought her every suggestion. Just because they’d been able to spend a pleasant evening together didn’t mean they were destined to be married. For all she knew, if she couldn’t get a green card or her contract extended, she’d be back on a plane to Sydney in two months.
