The angry noise he made caused her step to falter yet again, and of course at that moment he was glaring at her feet, which made it even more difficult to reclaim the rhythm. She all but winced at the criticism to her dancing, knowing full well that this had absolutely nothing to do with her being unable to follow the steps.

When he stepped away from her she was left gaping at him, trying to find in him the man she knew and seeing only anger. "I don't know how you expect me to concentrate and do my best when you're so obviously upset." She searched her mind for an explanation of his behavior. The last time she'd seen him everything had been fine. They'd exchanged a warm smile before she slipped into the kitchen to help Trent clean up, and she hadn't seen him since then. What had gone so wrong between then and now? Her mind fixated briefly on exactly what had happened in the kitchen - something she'd been too busy worrying about Jim to consider - but it wasn't as if anything had happened. She would never let someone who wasn't Jim kiss her. "Will you please just talk to me?"