Duncan was happy. There were no words that could describe how he felt other than happy.
It was a bit early and premature to call it a victory, but he could take each smile Julie wore as a token of hope. He sounded like an old man, but he WAS an old man, so be damned if the world judges him.
It was a blessing that he learned how to cook. This little family that he had claimed was happy with what he had prepared. He looked at the woman who snared him.
No, she did not use any sorcery or anything. Julie was normal. A normal woman had the guts to take on a man half her size and pull out a gun.
He grinned remembering that. Heck, she was sexy as hell that day. But the comfy dress she wore that same night made him rock hard every time he recalled how it clung and showed him all those curves that he wanted to explore.
The dress shirt she had on looked old and well-worn. It covered her body, but it still showed her ample breasts that from the looked of it, were free.
