Fourteen months ago, Jack had sneered at the colonies, at teenagers, at almost everything that wasn't Sebastien.

He'd learned a lot of things -- vampires, love, America itself -- were not nearly so simple as he'd thought when he was on his way to the colonies. Emma had taught him much of it.

He moaned against her mouth, not thinking of much of anything beyond the physical and mental feel of her, and gave himself over to the kissing.