High Noon

fine.”
    “Do people often screw with him?”
    “Not many, not often. He’s got excellent radar. There was a woman a few years back cruised under that radar. Butter wouldn’t melt.” Loo sipped her mimosa. “I couldn’t stand her. But Dunc, he was fond, and she was clever with her hard-luck stories. She got a few thousand out of him before she blipped for him.”
    “What did he do about her?”
    Loo flicked her middle finger against her thumb. “He’s an easygoing sort, but he has a low tolerance for lies.”
    “Are you warning me, Loo?”
    “Irritated. Good. Makes me like you more, which I already do. And I like your little girl. I saw your press conference yesterday.” Loo lifted her eyebrows as Phoebe’s face went cool and blank. “Let me start off saying things aren’t black and white for me. First, I’m a lawyer, so I live in the gray. Second, that man up there with mine is family—and I do believe he’s white. And last, I thought you handled yourself very well in what’s a very difficult, even delicate situation. That’s all I wanted to say about that. Those are pretty shoes,” Loo commented with a nod toward Phoebe’s sandals. “Maybe I could try them on.”
    With a laugh, Phoebe relaxed and enjoyed the ride.
    They had lunch on the lake, and splashed and swam in it. Carly was given the thrill of her life with a turn at the tiller.
    “Having fun?” Duncan asked when Phoebe joined him at the bow.
    “It’s going down as the best day of my life in recent memory.”
    “We can extend it. Cruise over to my place. We can wear Carly out, tuck her up somewhere, tuck ourselves up somewhere else.”
    “What about Biff and company?”
    “I’ll just toss them all overboard.” He leaned down to kiss her laughing mouth. “Say the word.”
    “The word is I like your friends too much to toss them.”
    “I was afraid of that.”
    “But I will be inviting you in for drinks in the courtyard when you escort us home.”
    “I’ll be accepting. Listen…” He cupped his hand at the back of her neck and let his kiss shimmer out.
    “What?” Phoebe managed.
    “Not a thing.”
    “Why do people close their eyes when they kiss?” Carly demanded, and Phoebe turned to see her daughter studying her with considerable interest.
    “I don’t know.” Duncan frowned thoughtfully. “Let’s try it the other way.” Eyes open and amused, he pulled Phoebe back for another kiss. “It’s good that way, too.”
    “Mama says she’s too old for boyfriends.”
    “Carly—”
    “What do you think?” Duncan asked, interrupting Phoebe’s protest.
    “I think if you’re going to be taking her on dates and kissing her all the time, you should be her boyfriend. And Ava told Grandma it’s good Mama’s getting some romance because—”
    “Carly go get yourself one of those cookies, or something else to put in your mouth.”
    “You said I had enough cookies.”
    “I changed my mind.”
    “That’s about enough snickering over there,” Phoebe said, waving a hand toward Phin and Loo. And over here, too,” she added to Duncan.
    “Are we having some romance?” he asked her. He grabbed her, dropped her into a romance-novel dip. “Let’s have some more.”
    Phin’s wolf whistle joined the buzzing in her ears before she could struggle her way up again. “I think that’s about all the romance I can handle in a public forum. I’m going to go have another cookie.”
     
    Romance, she thought after she’d given Duncan a final kiss good night. That was more complicated than an affair, no question about it. But it was foolish to pretend a romance wasn’t what she was having. And enjoying.
    So she wasn’t going to pick it apart or second-guess it. She was just going to keep enjoying it for as long as it lasted.
    She undressed, thinking how wonderful a shower would feel after a day on the water. When her phone rang, she half-expected it would be Duncan, calling her minutes after he left to tell her something to make her laugh.
    The display on the Caller ID had her stomach sinking. “Hello, Roy.”
    Less than ten minutes later she was stalking downstairs and grabbing a half gallon of cookie dough ice cream from the freezer.
    Essie walked in as Phoebe scooped it straight out of the carton and into her mouth. “Oh! You had a fight with Duncan.”
    “I didn’t have a fight with Duncan. I didn’t have a fight with anyone. I wanted some damn ice cream.”
    “Mind that tone,” Essie warned with steel in