She stayed on the bench for a couple of minutes, unable to go anywhere for fear she burst once more into uncontrolled tears. She had lowered her head and was staring at the grass, the beautiful green grass of her beloved island, so she was taken by surprise when a hand touched her shoulder.
"You're not staying here all by yourself."
She looked at him and nodded in agreement. They both went to the Pink Roses Hotel and organized with Mr. Grant the budget and the stock for the winter season, or, in other words, they took their first step as managers. Kathy felt useful and hopeful. But although she tried to find thankfulness in her heart towards Jesse, she couldn't. That hand on her shoulder, in the park, at that precise moment, had inevitably made it impossible for her to ever see him as just a friend or just a partner-in-business. And she would have to deal with that too; whatever it led to.