Duke had to laugh at that. “I taught myself to drive, too.” And, he guessed, had probably started teaching her by the time she was fourteen, if not earlier.

He was quiet for a long moment, watching the handful of tiny bubbles on the surface of his coffee. Trying to decide if he dared to ask what he most wanted to know.

“Are we . . . happy?”

He didn’t quite. That question would have to do.