MacNeill: You know that night we spent trapped in the cabin, and you asked me what I was thinking as I looked into the fire. I was dishonest with you.

Christy: So what were you thinking?

MacNeill: I was thinking about the first time I met you and how you filled the room with the fragrance of rosewater. I fell in love with you right there and then. But never in my wildest dreams would I ever imagine that you would be mine. (Then he kisses her in such a way that we know he means it!)