They had made love that night, refusing to speak of the dangers that might lie ahead for him. She had not asked him to make any promises to return that he could not keep. She understood his inherent heroic nature, as much as she disliked that side of him. And he had made no such promises before departing, saying nothing more than “see you soon” as he kissed her on the cheek and floated through the docking port hatch. “You know,” Jack realized. “In retrospect, I think she’s probably much braver than I am.” “How do you figure?”
