“I won’t care.” With a sound of disgust, he released her to stalk the room. “I will care. I’ll kill the next one who touches you.”

“Then New York would be littered with bodies.” It should be funny, she thought. Why wasn’t it funny? “I can’t change what I am for you, Alexi. I wouldn’t ask you to change for me.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” He scrubbed his hands over his face and struggled to find some balance. “I know a kiss between friends is harmless, Bess. I’m not quite that big a fool. But the other night, when I walked in—”

“You assumed I was betraying you.”

“I don’t know what I assumed.” It was as honest as he could get. “When I saw you, I felt… It was all feeling,” he said carefully. “So I didn’t think. In my heart, in my head, I know better than to assume anything. One of my own rules that I broke. There were reasons.” Calmer now, he walked back and took her hands. “We’d just finished the bust, and I was wired from it. I knew I’d tell you about it, all about it. I’d gone beyond trying to separate that part of my life—any part of it—from you. It was going to upset you to think about it, because of Rosalie. I knew that, too. Damn it, I knew you’d gone to that funeral alone, and I felt like the lowest kind of creep for letting you.”

He was prying her heart open again, inch by inch. “I didn’t think you knew.”

“I knew.” His voice was flat. All he could think was how desperately he wanted to hold her. “You leave notes everywhere. All these pieces of paper scattered around, with scribbling on them about dry-cleaning and dialogue and appointments. I saw the one about the flowers you’d ordered for her, and the directions to the cemetery.” He looked down at their hands. “If things hadn’t been moving so fast in the investigation, I would have taken the time. I would have tried to.”

That she didn’t doubt. “It was more important to me that you catch the man who killed her than that you go stand over her grave.”

“I wasn’t with you,” he said, more slowly. “And I wanted to be. And when I got here, I wanted to…” This was hardly the time to bring up the ring in his pocket. “I was churned up about a lot of things, Bess. My response was way out of line, and I’ll apologize for it as often as you like. But I’d like you to hear me out.”

“It’s all right.” She gave his hands a squeeze, hoping he’d release hers. He didn’t. “Alexi, Charlie was here because—”

“I don’t need to know.” Now he let her hands go to bring his own to her face. He wanted her to see what was in his eyes. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. You don’t have to change yourself for me.”