"Oh! I'm sorry - " Jane immediately averted his eyes then turned his back to give her privacy. He hadn't realized she'd been planning to change right away; when she'd arrived dinner was ready and all she'd said was, "I'm just going to drop my bag inside." And the Airstream didn't exactly afford a lot of places to hide.

"No, it's fine Jane. I should have warned you." She'd was already in yoga pants, and the sports bra she'd just slipped on was more modest than what a lot of people wore running. While she wasn't one to be proud of her body in a way that made her show it off, she also knew she was in good shape and didn't feel she had anything to hide. "We're not twelve, and I'm not naked. You can turn around."

And so he did, leaning against the counter as he watched her continue to take her time carefully folding her work clothes before pulling on a tank top, all the while filling him in on what had taken place after he'd left work.

She was toeing on her flipflops before she finally looked over at him again and saw his expression. It was enough to stop her story mid-sentence. "What?"

"Oh, nothing."

But his expression didn't change. "No, really. What?" She was walking toward him now, ready to join him outside where he'd set the table.

He slid a hand down her bare arm as she passed. "You're just a very beautiful woman, Lisbon." A pause. "And I am a very lucky man."

"Shut up." But the flush of her cheeks and the tone of her voice told him she was pleased.

(The first time, he'd come out of the shower with a towel tied VERY low on his waist, his golden ringlets dripping water onto his chest. She'd flushed then, too, but for a different reason. She'd said nothing, done nothing. She was leaving that morning for Washington, to tell Pike it was over.)