Things weren't really all that different, she decided, she was just much more aware of the physical intimacy that had always existed between them. They had always touched each other; holding hands, affectionate hugs, casual kisses. But what had always been natural and comfortable now seemed strangely exciting. She began to fear less and less the warm glow she felt spreading through her whenever she looked at him. It was the same kind of warmth she saw looking back at her through Jack's eyes. A look, she realized with a start, that she had been seeing for some time now. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! She gave herself a mental head slap. What's wrong with me? Am I blind or just a coward? "Rose was right," declared Jack, wiping ineffectively at the soot on his hands. "This is a filthy place to be hiding things." They had spent the morning poking around the different fireplaces on the ground floor. Jack loved to do research and had read up on old places in preparation for this weekend.
