JUNE THIRD
"Should I be worried you'll be stared at and I might gouge eyes tonight?" Duncan said, opening the rear door as I walked to him.
I could feel my face turning pink, hiding behind the straight, sleek curtain that was my hair.
Bitsko cleared his throat and circled to the driver's side; it was clearly some sort of communication with Duncan, who, in return, gave him a once-over and brought back his eyes to me.
We had a conversation last night after my therapy session with my doctor. Duncan told me there was danger to him liking me a little, and me liking him back a little too; he said the master wouldn't like it, and so we can't touch except we are alone. I had thought about that too. Grace hadn't been happy about me knowing Duncan. But what I didn't tell him is that I didn't li
