She shook her head, almost violently, trying to disregard everything Lee was saying. Although the kiss on the forehead... that was nice. That was what she'd wanted, someone who could hold her and tell her everything would be fine somehow even though she knew it wouldn't be -- couldn't ever be.

"I can't trust him," she whispered, wiping away at the tears still there as Lee held her. "I don't love him, I don't, I can't, not now, not after watching and hearing..."

Sharon looked up at Lee, her hands reaching for his face as she kissed his lips while her own trembled. "I have this, yes, I do, I have you. I have someone who would never do... that to me." She paused and gazed into his eyes.

"You would have known. You would have known it wasn't me, because you know me. You know Boomer, and there weren't feelings for Boomer that you had mixed up with what we've got, you would have known and you..."

Her lips found his again as she still cried. "Make love to me, Lee. Please. Make it better, make me forget.... show me that there's still one human in the universe who knows me..."