His gaze dropped to the floor. “You’re angry with me.”
She thought about it for a moment. “Yes, I am. But mostly disappointed. At the very least, I thought we cared about each other as friends.”
“We do. Jesus, there’s no one else in my life like you, Cass. You’re up there on a pedestal, all on your own.”
“And yet you couldn’t put aside your own stuff to be there for me when I needed you.”
It wasn’t a question.
He flicked a look at her and she saw that his gaze was anguished.
“I’m sorry, Cass. I know you think I’m a selfish, pointless bastard, but I do love you. More than anyone or anything.”
She believed him, but his love was not the same as her love. Her love was all-encompassing and forgiving and resilient. Her love would have demanded that she sleep night and day by her lover’s s
