“No!” he gritted, looking down on me. “You can have it all, Alexis. It’s just…me.” His nostrils widened, his lips balled as he peered out into the gallery again, his arms astride me, palms planted against the glass. I felt cocooned by his tuxedo jacket. Protected. “This is the one thing I’ve yet to conquer. But I have it. I just don’t know how to express it in a way you’ll feel it.”
