“Yeah, yeah…I got it,” she replied as she pulled the drawer open and realized it was full to junk. “How big is it…like a big one or one of ...hose little thin double AA ones?” In the shower, Jack fought the urge to chortle. Big one? Thin double AA’s? He was f******n…keeping his mind out of the gutter was just impossible. “It’s uhh…it’s one of the little ones…black if I remember right…might have to dig for it.” Men! she grumbled mentally as she pilfered the drawer. Nothing but man-crap. It was his way of taking responsibility for his own actions. Nothing that now happened between them would fall solely on her lovely shoulders. She'd given all the necessary warnings, and he'd accepted the consequences.In a way, C'mell had also accepted the consequences. She could have left without holding this discussion, and simply said she'd be back in three days. He'd have understood, and held the door open for her to leave — and again upon her return.But she wanted this with him. Wanted it. Very Governor-ish, I thought! I shall speak to the Montford girls, and tell them not to talk about Amelia's parents as it would be a sore point with her. By the way, they have already sent our their invitations. I saw the list, and the Cross family are not on it. Amelia wouldn't know where to send it anyway. I gather she was an only child." Right. This is what we have to get off tomorrow. Remind me, please. As for now, I am off to have a look at the children. I always get a kick out of seeing. He wasn’t much of anything special, I’ll tell you… but there was SOMETHING there… something inexplicable about his face, and I looking into the depths of his dark brown eyes I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began, where time stopped and the emotions kicked in. I shyly walked with him inside, wondering MY GOD is this really happening? Am I really in another state, with someone I’ve never met before in my life, knowing full well we’ll be in the sack by midnight? God damn what a rush. It only.