SPOILER ALERT: Don't read unless you have reached chapter 6 in Voyager.
"Never," he whispered to me. "Never. Never another but me! Look at me! Tell me! Look at me, Claire!" .... "Never, he said, more softly, "For you are mine. My wife, my heart, my soul." ...."Never," he whispered to me, face only inches from mine....
"Never," I said, and turned my head, closing my eyes to escape the intensity of his gaze.
Really? Really, Claire? "Never"?? Well you sure as shit could have fooled me when it's not even a year after you left... and you're already feeding Frank a La Leche cocktail and riding the waves of the storm on the floor of your daughter's - JAMIE'S daughter's - nursery.
MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE CAVE....
It's SEVEN YEARS LATER and Poor Jamie is living like Osama Bin Fraser, hiding out, only going out at night and shaving once a month. That man loves his good shave! And he has only mentioned Claire's name ONCE in 7 years. He can't even THINK about being with another woman. And yet there she is... on the floor of the nursery with Frank. Or was. SIX YEARS AGO.
"all the promises we break from the cradle to the grave and all I want is you." ~U2