“That’s good,” Chastity mused. “Colors besides black are very attractive.”
Jack arched an eyebrow at her comment. “Oh really?”
“Yes, really. Black only works every now and then, or when it’s mixed with other colors. Black on black on black on black on black just doesn’t suit you.”
Jack chuckled. “And how would you know what suits me and what doesn’t?”
Chastity smiled devilishly at him. “I just do,” she said, but that was all she would divulge.
Jack, momentarily disconcerted, had glanced over at the nurses to see if they were eavesdropping, but they were actively engaged in their own conversation about something medical. He took advantage of the sudden silence between him and Chastity to demolish another section of his gyro plate.