Jane leaned her head against a rough bit of brickwork. She couldn't say that she hadn't been warned. She'd known what Jack was before they began working together. But she hadn't known all the other things he was: the kindness, the fundamental decency of him. Beneath the layer of deliberate devil-may-care, his moral code was as stern as hers, and he was, she realized, a great deal better at seeing to the needs of others. She tried to remember the frustrating bits, the moments when they had clashed. But all she could remember was Jack adapting to her change of plans. Jack taking charge when her plan had failed. Jack challenging her, making her think more carefully, and then, when she'd charted their course, covering her back without question. Caring for her. When she was with him, she felt the weight of being the Pink Carnation lift off her shoulders. She didn't have to be perfect. She didn't have to have all the answers. Because Jack was there with her.