"The good news is, you're less of an ass nowadays." Duncan put his head back and laughed. Hard. It took him a moment to stop laughing. "That was the nicest backhanded compliment anyone has paid me in a very long time." She shrugged. "I only said it because it's true." "I like you, Lena." She sat upright, placed her glass on a side table, and put her cute bare feet back on the porch floor. She blinked at him. "I like you, too, Duncan." "You're an intriguing woman." "You're a complicated man." That little voice in his head was now a screaming banshee. Over and over it yelled for his attention. Like a warning, like a mantra . . . Duncan ignored the warning and told the banshee that he had the situation on lock."