(Jack)
This was stupid. Beverly was fully willing to admit that. It was stupid and she was doing it because she was a little lonely, because he was her kind of man, and because he was all together too damned good at what he did.
And because she wanted to.
It wasn't so much that she'd regret it--she had a few men (not women, much, not since the Academy) that she saw from time to time as she passed and things were convenient. She wasn't some kind of saint. But this island did things, to her like anyone else, and as Beverly walked into the kitchen, she wondered if she had the equilibrium for this to work.
"Jack?" she asked, seeing his back from behind.
And because she wanted to.
It wasn't so much that she'd regret it--she had a few men (not women, much, not since the Academy) that she saw from time to time as she passed and things were convenient. She wasn't some kind of saint. But this island did things, to her like anyone else, and as Beverly walked into the kitchen, she wondered if she had the equilibrium for this to work.
"Jack?" she asked, seeing his back from behind.