Jack looked at her a minute then laughed softly and took another hit of the joint. It was nearly gone now. His head went back and he gazed up at the sky again.
"I was once told if you looked up 'player' in the dictionary my picture would be next to it," he answered finally, and though he had a slightly smug look on his face it didn't reach his voice. Or his eyes when he looked back at her. "But I'm not playing you."