Despite it being very early, Phryne was decidedly awake, if not precisely alert. Jack had spent the night (a new thing and one she quite enjoyed), and she'd woken to the delightful awareness of his presence from the way he pressed, rather insistently, against her derriere. Not that she'd remained in that position long (that would be a new thing many months from now and she would doubtless enjoy it, as well); instead she'd rolled to face him and begun the equally delightful process of waking him.

"Good morning, Jack," she purred when he finally relented and opened his eyes.