Burke dragged his hands through his hair. James had never seen him this way about a woman. “If she’s moving into this house, and pushes me away, I can’t stay,” Burke muttered. “She thinks it can just be about sex, that I’ll pine after her body and not want to claim her soul. She’s mad. She doesn’t understand the power she holds over me. I can’t be here watching her, feeling her presence in every room. I can’t see her face everywhere, hear her voice, and not be with her. It would haunt me, James. I can’t—” “That bad?”
