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.