“This is a very bad idea,” Jacks murmured. “I would have thought you liked bad ideas.” “Only when they’re mine.” He stood very still as her fingers reached for the bottom button and carefully slid it through the hole. For a second, there was no rain, there was no breathing. There was just the two of them. Carefully Evangeline parted the fabric of his doublet. Then she felt Jacks’s hand braceleting her wrist. “My turn,” he said hoarsely. And she swore she could feel his voice on her skin as he reached for the ties of her cloak.
