A silent implication that she wanted more than he was willing to provide. The truth hurt, ripped her insides like an industrial paper shredder. But she'd done what she had to do. Lying wouldn't work. Ultimately, the fall out would only be more painful. She'd be doing them both a disservice. Being engaged to Andrew without being honest for too long had proven that.
Besides, better that they crossed this bridge now, rather than later, after she convinced herself to stay and lie…and surely only grow more attached to him.
Would she ever be able to move past Jack? Looking at the tense set of his shoulders, his clenching fists, remembering the feel of that inky hair in her hands and that broad Cajun smile… Probably not.
Morgan sighed. "I'm sorry."
She watched those broad shoulders lift in a shrug. "I wouldn't want you to lie to me." He turned and paced toward her again. "Don't ever lie."
But his eyes raged, as if the pain was nearly beyond his bearing. Morgan ached for him.
