Jack felt warm too, and not just the usual brand of island-warm. He hadn't spoken to Sam in days (and when did he start thinking of her as Sam?) and now she was standing in front of him in nothing but little short things and a little top thing and her legs and...Christ, he loved her. Why didn't he tell her? Oh, sure, he had a few times, but why not every day?

"Uh...sorry to bother you, Sam. Just thought maybe you weren't okay when I heard you and I wanted..."

He had to stop staring at her.

"Can I come in?"