"Of course I do," Sam replied, matter-of-factly, because it was a fact that Sam was good at pretty much everything: wormhole physics, motorcycle riding, lockpicking... anything except baking. "Now be still."

Once Jack got properly situated, Sam went to work; starting at the base of his skull, just beneath the hairline, her thumbs started working in firm little circles, traveling slowly down his neck. Once she reached his shoulders, she used her whole hands, working out little spots of tension as she reached them.

Jack had a very nice back, she decided. She'd been watching it for years, but never quite like this, and that was a shame. He was all lean muscle, and when he shifted a little under her hands, Sam admired the way they moved just beneath the skin.