I confronted Jack that evening, while we were having a private (late) dinner in the kitchen.
"What does the Major have on you?" I asked.
He squirmed.
That wasn't a very good sign.
"Why do you think he has something on me?" Jack asked.
"Call it intuition," I said. "Now, are you going to deny he has something on you?"
He shifted uncomfortably, but then settled on a decision, straightened his shoulders, and looked me into the eye.
"Remember my promise? The one I made you when we began dating again after our breakup?" he said.
Well, that wasn't a promising start, that's for sure.
"Yes," I said carefully, letting him do the explaining.
"Well," Jack said. "I kinda… sidestepped parts of it. There is something I've been keeping from you."
"What is it?" I asked, getting a rotten feeling
