I frowned after Jack said I had his whole heart. I did not believe him, there was something about his voice that seemed not to connect with what he was saying. We were back horseback riding when it hit me. Passion. His voice lacked passion.

He was so unlike Hatter. Hatter, who, you could hear his emotion in his voice, his passion for everything. His need to express the truthfulness of his actions when helping me. His fright of bullets. His urgency to get me out of danger. Then there was the tone, something tender, when telling me my luck was changing.

That was something Jack lacked. He may have the more eloquent words, but they are nothing without the passion behind them.