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clasped between his legs. The only body part that moved was his head. He held her gaze for a moment. “I can’t give you what you need … not now.”
    Laney saw a raw pain, an almost brutal anger reflected in his eyes. She wanted to wrap him in her embrace and somehow help him deal with this situation. She scooted along the sofa until her thigh touched his. She put her slim hand on top of his much larger one. “Darling, you have one of the most treatable forms of cancer there is.”
    Laney’s term of endearment coupled with her staunch declaration of his prognosis was about the only bright spot of his day. Still, Ray knew there were some difficult days ahead. He glanced at her again. Sharing his most private emotions with a woman was something he’d never done. If there was one lesson he’d learned from his years in the music industry was not to put his trust in everyone. Only a scant few had earned his confidence over the years. He squeezed his eyes shut. How had this soft-spoken woman garnered his trust without even trying?
    Did she really mean what she’d told him—that his cancer didn’t matter? Or was she simply going through the motions to make him feel better? Right now, the last thing he needed was a pity party. The light overhead shone directly down on her and cast a soft glow on her head. Ray wanted to release the soft, reddish curls from the comb and run his fingers through it. God, she looked like an angel, his angel. His insides knotted. His mind should be on the fact he had cancer, but it wasn’t. He needed to touch her. Ever so slowly, his hand turned, his fingers wrapping around hers.
    Ray glanced down at the petite hand inside of his. “It was twenty-six years ago.” His voice was low and strained. “I lost my mère to germ cell ovarian cancer. She died in my arms on my twelfth birthday.” He went silent for a moment, then shuddered, the expression in his eyes void as he thought back on that day. “She was diagnosed shortly after she found out she was pregnant with Aimee,” he said, referring to his youngest sister. “She absolutely refused to undergo any type of treatment she felt would put Aimee in danger. Two months after she was born, mère died.”
    The picture was clearer now. Laney knew Ray’s mother had died when he was young. Knowing the cause of her death explained why he feared his diagnosis.
    “Raphael, I’m not going to sit here and tell you I know how you feel because I don’t. Sometimes, we can’t fully understand things until we go through the experience ourselves. Nor will I sugarcoat things by telling you what you’re facing isn’t serious or that it will be easy. I can tell you this. You will need the support of your family and friends to get through this.”
    Ray went on and told Laney everything Dr. DiMaggio had explained to him about the orchiectomy, the procedure to remove his cancerous left testicle. “And you sure they can do this on an outpatient basis?”
    Laney nodded. “Yes. Usually you’re admitted early in the morning and if everything goes well, you’ll be released later that day. I plan to be with you.”
    “No!”
    “Raphael—”
    “Red, I said no, so drop it.” Ray shouted back. A second later, he was halfway across the room.
    Laney called out softly from behind, her voice strained as she fought against the tears. “You need to know something.”
    Ray halted, but didn’t turn around.
    “The cancer doesn’t change anything for me.”
    “Don’t say that,” Ray muttered. Maybe it didn’t matter to her, but it did to him. If he thought the odds were the least bit in his favor that he’d be the same after surgery and treatment as he was now, he’d reconsider his position. Suddenly, frustration hit him hard and fast. He was defenseless to a disease he had no control over, aggravated he couldn’t do a doggone thing about, and filled with rage because it now forced him to walk away for the one and only woman who mattered to him. “I-I