"That's okay," Jack said in a whisper that was almost a laugh. "It was good pizza."

He moved his hand gently across her side, feeling fabric and the shape of her body beneath it. For a moment, he glanced over and looked at it beneath his fingertips.

"Hmm," he said, all mock thoughtful. "Between you and me? I think I preferred the complicated dresses," a laugh. "Much more of a challenge."

And she knew how he liked those, didn't she?