Kimbra

As the car that arrived for Duncan at precisely seven this morning moves through Midtown traffic, he reaches for my hand. "I like riding to work together...and having breakfast with you...and waking up next to you."

The sweet ache in my core reminds me that we did more than wake. My gaze flies forward from Duncan to the back of Pierce's head and returns to Duncan. "Duncan?"

He shakes his head. "Get used to it, beautiful. Pierce, Jorge, they see all and know ...