She was startled by how warm Jack's hand was, even if it did not show on her features. It was if the heat of the day and the drive, and the excitement of the afternoon still coursed through him. She imagined that it did, but this was something far more obvious. Far more physical.

Perhaps it was more than something merely in his mind. After all, there was still a great deal she did not know about Jack.

But there was just as much that she did.

That particular smile. The husky timber in his voice and even the way he now carried himself. Reinette's mouth tilted upward even as her fingers curled slightly where he held them.

"Theory, Jack?" She met his gaze fully. "That would imply I am not certain of what I speak."