You never seemed the marrying type anyway. [He'd had wives, she knew and remembered that. Those memories from a long time ago, however, locked behind a nigh impenetrable, purple haze. The Jack she was most familiar with went from woman to woman, never to settle.]

[She shook her head. She didn't want to ruin the moment, and the fastest way to manage all that was to start thinking about who Jack used to be.]

I didn't want to ruin the moment. I know myself -- [Or rather, she knew him, at least well enough to know he would have brought out the worst in her.] -- I would have made a scene.