He had never been so afraid in his life. His stomach knotted painfully and his hands shook so badly that he was surprised he didn't crash the car. When he pulled into the lot, he was out instantly, running up the steps and crashing into the building.

"Jack?" Nadia asked, startled at his appearance.

"Where is she?"

She pointed wordlessly and he headed in that direction.

Chloe was standing alone in the room, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She took his breath away as he looked at her, the dress resting just above her knees and her hair pinned up. Her eyes lifted, and met his in the glass.

"Don't do this," he whispered.

She turned, frowning slightly.

"Give me one good reason."

He smiled slightly.

"I have three."

"Okay."

"One, he's not good enough for you."

"That's a matter of opinion."

"Two, you don't love him."

She had no response to that.

"And three?"

"And three," he said quietly, walking over to her. "And three, I love you."

"What if I don't love you back?"

He stopped at her words, his heart plummeting into his stomach. Tears sprang to his eyes, and Chloe was cut to the quick by the pain she saw on his face. Walking over to him, she took his face in her hands.

"Don't worry," she whispered. "I do."

He took a shuddering breath.

"Leave with me."

"I was afraid you wouldn't come."

"I was afraid I'd be too late."

"Almost, Jack. Almost."