That was alright; Duke could be patient. He sipped his own rum and watched her as he waited, marveling that he’d found someone he liked so much, so soon after Evi. If you’d asked him when he arrived this summer, he’d have said he’d be firmly in meaningless casual sex mode right now.

Not that the wasn’t having his share of meaningless casual sex elsewhere, mind you. He was growing as a person, not turning into a monk.

“That’s a worthy goal,” he said, once she’d answered. “You let me know how I can help with that one too, yeah?”