You were a prostitute, and somehow, you had managed to spend the night with a drifter. Jack Reacher. The man didn't really talk much, other than a short introduction and few flirtatious comments. Jack was.. incredible, to say the least. Better than so many more men..

When the sun rose in the morning, you rolled out of bed, stretching your limbs before pulling on your underwear and slipping your bra on. Jack slowly opened his eyes, sighing in content as he watched you get dressed. As he turned on the TV, you glanced back at Jack, not noticing him waking up. As you continued to get changed, you felt the drifter's eyes flicker between you and the news.. and an unspoken tension.