As Chelsea leaned closer towards Jett, she realized what she was doing. She sat back abruptly, removing Jett's hand from her cheek. "I'm sorry Jett," she said as she looked away, "I can't." "Why Chelsea," he asked looking down at her hand which was still on top of his. "Jett," she said softly, "I'm in love with someone else." Chelsea saw that Jett was looking down and realized she still had her hand on his. She quickly drew her hand back, rubbing her shoulders. "I see," Jett countered, "is he the reason you've almost cried twice today?" Chelsea could hear the anger rising in his voice. "It's, it's complicated," she stuttered. "How complicated could it be Chels?" Jett asked, getting irritated. "You're smart, funny, beautiful and spunky. What kind of idiot wouldn't want you?" Jett said as he tried to catch her eyes with his. Chelsea heard the words come out of Jett's mouth and turned to him. He was breathing heavily, his sculpted chest heaving.

"Chelsea, if that idiot doesn't realize how wonderful you are, then he doesn't deserve you." Jett told her, putting his hand on hers. Chelsea pulled her hand away from his. "Jett, don't insult him, you don't even know him." "Well, I know he's hurting you, I can see it in your eyes." he countered, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. His hand lingered on her cheek as he looked at her.

"Like I said Jett, it's complicated." Chelsea told him, sighing. "I thought you weren't going to push this?" she questioned him defensively. "I told you I didn't want to talk about it." she said with irritation. "Ok," Jett said apologetically, "I'll drop it for now. But if he hurts you…" Chelsea saw a hint of jealousy in his eyes. "Don't worry," she told him, "I can take care of myself." She grinned at him, "Remember, I'm spunky." Jett laughed, "Ok. So, you ready to eat?" Chelsea groaned, "I'm starving." They got out of the car and walked up to the pub's entrance. Jett held the door open for her, "After you." Chelsea looked up at him and smiled, "Thank you." Jett gently placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her to a booth. They sat down, picked up menus and looked them over.

Daniel stood up and was about to walk over to the car, when he saw Chelsea pull back from that guy. He watched as they talked for a few minutes, his anger still bubbling. Then he saw them get out of the car so he ducked down, hoping Chelsea hadn't seen him. She would be totally ticked if she knew he was spying on her. And he surely didn't want to get on her bad side, he knew her well enough to know that. Daniel ran his hand thru his hair, groaning. What the hell was he doing. Spying? He didn't want to keep playing these games. But he just couldn't get past the pain of his past. It ate at him everyday, that he wasn't able to save Rebecca. No, he couldn't think of her anymore. There was nothing he could do to change the past, it was done, over. Daniel shook his head, he had to stay focused. He turned back around to see if it was safe for him to get up yet. He saw Chelsea & this guy walk into the pub.

Daniel stood up, brushing off his jeans. He took a deep cleansing breath, tried to calm himself and walked towards the entrance. He swung the door open, walked inside and looked around for Chelsea. She was sitting at the back of the pub with that knucklehead. Daniel eyed them as he sat down at a table towards the front of the pub. The waitress came over to take his order, "Just coffee please," he told her. She walked away and Daniel watched as Chelsea laughed at something that jerk said to her. The waitress brought him his coffee and he thanked her without even looking up. A million different thoughts were running thru his head. He kept flashing back to their last kiss, outside the steam room. She had pulled away from him, he hadn't wanted to stop. He would never forget the way she had looked at him after she had pulled away. His heart was racing just thinking about it. Her beautiful soulful eyes challenging him to deny the connection they had. He couldn't deny it. It was taking every fiber of his being just to keep what control he'd had to this point. He thought back to that first day they'd met, in the park. He knew the moment he looked into her eyes that day, that she was the one. He'd felt the connection from that very first day. And it had grown immensely over the past few weeks as he'd taken care of her. He'd tried to stay away, put some distance between them. But nothing had worked, he had even tried to leave town. He couldn't deny it anymore, he was falling in love with her. And he had to tell her. He looked up from his coffee cup, saw Chelsea get up from the table and head towards the restroom. Daniel didn't think twice, he stood up and headed over to the table to give that jerk a piece of his mind.