She gasped when his fist slammed into the cupboard, instinctively taking a step towards him when she registered the blood on his hand. She wanted desperately to take his hand in hers and tend to it, but he obviously wouldn't welcome her touch now. The fact that she'd now caused him physical pain broke her heart all over again and made her unable to hold back the tears that had been swimming in her eyes. They started to pour silently down her cheeks. Her first instincts had been correct: she'd brought him nothing but pain and grief. Perhaps she'd be doing him a favor by walking out the door, but she couldn't do it. Maybe it was selfish, but no matter what the consequences were she couldn't leave him. Not unless he physically threw her out the door.

"NO! I'm not lying to you! I - I haven't noticed him leering at me, but when we were in the kitchen I was trying to talk to him about your music. I was trying to tell him how perfect you were for the diner. I didn't know he was going to try to kiss him. He's never done that before, and he doesn't put his hands all over me! We danced on New Year's, and that's it, because we're not engaged. If my brother said we are then he's wrong - he would say anything he thought might annoy you. I won't deny that my family wants me to marry him, but it's never been what I wanted! Even if I'd never met you I could never have married him. And now that I have, there could never be anyone for me but you. Do you really think I would risk so much to be here if I was planning to marry someone else? If I didn't love you? I'm so sorry I've hurt you Jim, but I love you. I love you so much."