Bones Don't Lie (Morgan Dane #3)(57)

She wrapped an arm around his broad shoulders, her heart breaking for him. “That’s OK.”

With his gaze fixed on the keyboard, Lance shook his head. “I can’t even process what happened tonight.” Grief emanated from him, as poignant as the song he’d just played. A sigh rolled through his frame. He breathed again, his chest expanding with painful effort. “I’m used to handling my disasters alone. You have so much on your plate already.”

“Is our relationship that one-sided? If that’s true, then I’m the one who should be apologizing to you.”

He glanced at her, his brows dropping in confusion. “I don’t understand. You and your girls deserve someone who can make you a priority in his life.”

“I know you don’t get it, and that’s the problem.” Morgan searched for the right words. “I don’t need to be ranked in your life. There’s no need to queue loved ones in order of importance. People all have different needs at different times. I know that you’re used to going it mostly alone, but that’s not the best way.”

He took a small sip of his whiskey.

“You help me all the time,” she said. “You protect me and my family. You welcomed me and my girls and my nanny into your home when we needed a place to stay. You helped my grandfather shower last week!” Her voice rose, frustration undoing her, and she took two breaths to get it under control. “But you resist letting us help you. Why?”

“You’ve already been through so much. You deserve happiness.”

How could she get through to him? “You must not think very much of me.”

He lifted his head. Confusion cut through the grief in his eyes. “What?”

“Do you think I could just walk away from you because you’ve having a personal crisis? That I’m the kind of person who could turn her back on you because, for a change, you need me?”

He looked away. His hands curled into fists and landed on the keyboard with a soft cacophony of notes.

“And if you’re thinking of being all manly and saying you don’t need help, don’t bother,” she said. “The question was rhetorical.”

How could she make him understand? He seemed beyond words, almost in shock. But if there was one thing she understood, it was grief, that dark place that had sucked her in for two years. The numbness, the hollow, empty pressure that had eaten her alive from the inside out. She couldn’t let it drown him the way that it had held her under. There had been times she hadn’t been able to take a deep breath.

But how? He wouldn’t even hold eye contact with her.

Morgan turned on the piano bench to face him. Sliding one leg over his, she straddled his lap. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His hands settled lightly on her hips, and he leaned back, almost warily, putting as much space between them as their positions would allow.

She settled on his thighs, looped her hands around his neck, and looked down at him. The agony that sharpened his face tore at her.

“Morgan . . .” His voice was harsh, as if he had a hard time speaking.

“Shh.” She kissed him lightly on the temple. When she straightened, his eyes were closed, his jaw tight with restraint.

His lids opened, revealing blue eyes filled with pain and doubt. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“Absolutely nothing,” she said. “Because it’s my turn.”

“You don’t have to do this.” He shook his head.

“Since you seem to be a little confused about the mechanics of a relationship, I’m going to lay it out for you. Straight. No bullshit.” She caught and held his gaze. “A successful adult relationship requires support and sharing on both sides. It’s not a one-way street where one person does all the giving and the other does all the taking.”

He blinked, his gaze dropping.

She took his face in her hands and lifted his chin, but still he wouldn’t look at her. “I love you.”

Her eyes filled with tears. She’d wanted the first time she’d said the words to be a romantic moment, but he needed to hear them now.

His gaze snapped back to hers.

She slid her thumbs along his square jaw, her hands cupping it, the stubble rough in her palms. The strength in him amazed her. How had he coped all these years with only one close personal relationship? Sharp was the only person Lance had allowed into his pain, probably because Sharp had been a part of it from the beginning, when Lance had been too young to push him away. And knowing Sharp, he would have bulldozed his way past any walls Lance would have put up.

Her words didn’t seem to sink in, so she said them again, her heart warming. She meant it when she’d said she wasn’t letting him go. “I love you. And not to be conceited or anything, I’m fairly sure you feel the same way. A few months ago, I didn’t think I’d ever be happy again. I didn’t think it was possible to find love a second time. But I did. With you.”

His eyes misted. His grip on her waist tightened. But she wasn’t finished. This incredible man had accepted the chaos of her family. He’d banished the darkness from her soul and shown her the light of a brand-new day.

“You listen to me, mister. There is no way in hell I’m letting you go. You’re stuck with me. Whatever problems either of us face, we’ll deal with them together. Have I made myself clear?”