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Amita looks up, her vision blurred and she sees her saviour. Her arms go around him and she lets him help her up. "Don?"
"You okay, sweetheart?" he asks as he helps her stand. She nods and hugs him. As they're walking past Mason, she kicks out, frowning when Don pulls her out of the room.
After she reunites with Charlie, she keeps thinking about Don. So later that night when Charlie proposes, she's still thinking about Don. Which is the only reason the no slips out. When he looks crushed, she can only duck her head and tell him he has to do it right. He has to talk to her father first-- and she knows that as much as her father and her mother like Charlie, they'll say no. They don't want her to marry someone who's as non-religious as Charlie is.
She heads home, calling Don's cell. He's there in a matter of minutes and she falls into his arms. "Don, Charlie asked me to marry him. I said no. Don, I..."
Don holds her close, closing his eyes. "Amita, you have to say yes. You keep Charlie sane."
"Let someone else keep him sane, Don. I want to be with you!"
Don cups her face and kisses her hungrily.