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She also really wanted to hear what he thought he was getting out of their relationship. As far as she could see, it was pretty much nothing so far.
Just like her sister had given and given and given and received so little in return all those years they’d been figuratively joined at the hip.
Then Kacey had helped Lacey get the only thing she’d ever wanted. A life partner with whom she’d come first. And last, too.
If not for Kacey’s pushiness, the pretty much outrageous way she’d maneuvered Lacey into getting Jem to add the room she wanted on to her home, Lacey would probably still be living in that house all alone.
Albeit with a lot more visits from Kacey...
Michael was staring at her.
“You just said you’ve got a second,” she reminded again. “So what is it I do for you in this relationship?”
“The truth is going to make me sound like someone I’m not,” he said, as though he’d revised his earlier assertion that he’d tell her.
And while she wanted to know, getting him to confess was more a means to an end—the end being making him tell her what was bothering him.
But then she thought about what he’d just said. What if the truth was that he only spent time with her because of her looks? What if he was attracted to her?
She felt the blood draining from her face and then returning in such a rush she was hot all over. This felt like the scene with Simon, Doria’s on-screen best friend telling her he was falling for her. Was that what Michael was going to say? So like her...barreling right on ahead without taking the time to think everything through.
Her first instinct was to tell him she had to leave. And yet if she and Michael really were friends, if she was going to be the type of friend—the type of woman—she wanted to be, she had to be willing to sit with him no matter what he had to tell her.
To listen.
And to work through whatever issue he had. Or they had. Anything else was not enough.
“The point of friendship, Michael, is to trust. I trust you with my failings. I trust you not to judge me as a spoiled and selfish bitch who’s so desperate for attention she falls for gorgeous men who fawn all over her.”
He cocked his head and his eyes sharpened. “You are not—”
She held up her hand. “This isn’t about me, Michael. Now, please, tell me...and trust me to know what kind of person you are.”
“I don’t want pity.”
“You think I don’t know that? And here’s a news flash. The only thing pitiful about you is your fixation with being pitied.”
He pulled back, but in the next instant grinned. “And that is what you do for me, my friend. From the first day we met, I saw a different side of myself in your eyes and I like that guy. That’s what you do for me.”
Shaking her head, Kacey frowned. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said. “I just...”
“You treat me like a man who has no reason to be pitied.”
“You are a man who has no reason to be pitied.”
“I know that,” he told her. “I truly do know that. But even the people I know, and those who meet me for the first time...they take one look at this—” he flipped a thumb toward his lower left jaw and the obvious evidence of plastic surgery, “and suddenly they’re talking to me like I’m a rescue dog.”
This was news to her. She’d only seen him at the Stand—where he was clearly hero material. And with the owner of the little diner they attended. Or alone.
She had no idea what to say.
“From day one, you’ve stood up to me, put me in my place. And treated me with respect all at the same time.”
Wow. She hadn’t planned it that way or done it on purpose. He was giving her more credit than was her due. “I was just being myself.”
“And it’s that self that I chose to take as a friend,” he returned.
“You have a successful business,” she said, needing the truth to be different and trying to convince him that it was. “You have governmental and police clearances, and obviously your clients respect you...”
