Just a few deep breaths into the refractory period, and he had already 
disengaged, yelping a little from the electric spark of withdrawal, and levered 
himself up on one arm to see whom he'd just violated. The firelight was enough 
to tell him what he already knew: Whoever this woman was, it wasn't Gwen.
Hackworth had violated the most important promise he'd ever made, and he didn't 
even know the other party.