His embrace always had a way of taking her breath away. Of surprising her, reminding her of what she meant to him if ever there was a small chance she'd might forget.

Lisa wrapped her arms around Jack, feeling his face press against her neck, and held to him more tightly than she had in a long time.

"It's okay," she murmured, "it's okay. Don't hold anything back..." It was soft, murmured nonsense but she knew he'd understand.