Oh, she liked him. "Brilliant."
She put her hand in his, no lady-like grip, it was rough and coarse as any would expect from a long-time sailor. "Where to?"
Jack looked down at her hand, then into her eys with wild glee. "Come with me. You can help me settle an old score. Unless you have a fondness for acid wash and ball gowns..." he said as he hurried them into the compound and toward the laundry room.