Jack raised his eyebrow in mock surprise and whispered back, "Well maybe we better work on your memory."

He remained aware of his surroundings, of everything. The people that milled around, but mostly her. Her and the way the fabric of her skirts moved, the way her necklace shifted against her skin, and the way her hair ghosted across his skin.

"Oh," he said, with a slight nod a smile. "And how do you suppose I define mine?"