A woman scored could be a terrible thing to behold. A woman who just happened to possess as much raw power as Jean was on another level entirely but Scott remained in place as she reacted to his words even if he felt a little smothered by the tension in the room that had seemed to him to be a whole lot bigger just scant minutes ago. When she went to the window and put her hand on the glass he witnessed first hand her anger flow through her fingers but it was only when she began to question what they had that he slowly rose.
He approached as she spoke but remained just at her back. Just out of reach. In the past he had believed his touch could be comforting but this hardly seemed the time. "I never said that. That I don't want you."
But he could see why she would leap to that conclusion. That he had gotten over her, fallen in love with Emma, and desired simply to be with her now. "Jean I cannot imagine.. much less begin to fathom what you must have gone through but this isn't easy for me either. "Last Friday I was still a widower, as I had been for four years. Yeah, I moved on. I fell in love again. But that does not mean that I don't want you."
He was not sure it was a good idea, but he placed a hand on Jean's shoulder. "God, Jean.. how many men can boast of having their wife return to them once, let alone.. twice? I never thought I would see, hold, or have any opportunity to ever love you again."