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“Yes, they were.” She stepped to him and looked up to meet his eyes. “But when I said I trusted you, and I don’t trust easily, I was saying something similar. That’s why tonight hurt so much.”
Duncan didn’t know how to understand the sensation coursing through his body, like someone had shoved a Roman candle in his chest, and it was going off in all directions. It hurt, but it felt great, too.
He finally put his hands on her, sliding his fingers into her hair. “I don’t ever want to hurt you again,” he murmured.
She smiled, bright and sweet. Her hands came up, slid over his shoulders and around his neck.
Duncan bent low and kissed her, and all his doubts and worries sloughed from his back. He didn’t know why Phoebe had changed so much about what he wanted in his life, but he knew the changes were right. When he had her in his arms like this, he could feel that it was right.
She wrapped herself more tightly around him and whispered, “Let’s go upstairs,” against his lips.
He gathered her into his hands and lifted her up. She slung her legs around his hips.
Still kissing her, Duncan turned and made his way to the stairs.
CHAPTER TWENTY
“This is damn good, Dunc,” Vin said as he shoveled into his mouth the last of his serving of Duncan’s breakfast casserole.
“It really is,” said Margot, “and if you start cooking all the time like this, I might actually get an ass. With all this cheese and potatoes, there’s got to be like two hundred calories in each bite.”
Grinning, his cheeks pinked with pride, Duncan shrugged. “Aren’t you the one that did ten minutes the other night on how stupid counting calories is?”
Margot shrugged back. “I’m not counting, just observing.”
Duncan turned to Phoebe. “What do you think, babe?”
For almost a month now, Duncan had spent so much time at the ranch he was practically a resident. Pretty much the only nights he didn’t spend here were after he’d worked the last shift at the station, or was doing some kind of work for the Bulls that either had him working late or had him out of town. This morning, a Saturday bright and fresh with coming spring, he had to be at the station at ten, but he’d woken with a crazy amount of energy and high spirits and announced that he was going to make breakfast.
He'd insisted several times that he knew how to cook, but this was the first evidence. And it was as good as Vin and Margot declared. Eggs, sausage, cheese, hash browns, and enough spices that even Vin was satisfied. It would be on nobody’s heart-healthy or weight-loss plan, but that was why it was so good.
Phoebe slipped a cheesy forkful into her mouth and chewed. “I think my guy is the complete package.”
“Damn straight.” He leaned over and kissed her.
“Gross! Get a room!” Margot teased.
