that. Then I got pregnant. He wasn't upset or angry. After Carly was born... There was just nothing," she said after a moment. "No connection, no bond, no curiosity. He coasted, we coasted for nearly a year that way. Then he told me he wanted out. He was sorry, but it just wasn't what he was looking for. He decided he wanted to travel. Roy's like that. Impulsive. He married me on impulse, agreed to start a family on one. Neither really satisfied him, so, on to the next."
He tucked her hair behind her ear again, just that casual swirl of finger around the curve. "Does Carly ever see him?"
"No. Really no. And actually handles the situation better than I do. That's only one complication."
"Okay, give me another."
"My mother's agoraphobic. She hasn't been out of that house in ten years. She can't."
"She didn't seem-"
"Crazy?" Phoebe interrupted. "She's not."
"I wasn't going to say crazy, hair-trigger. I was going to say nervous around strangers. Such as me."
"It's not the same thing. In the house, she's fine. She understands and feels safe inside the house."
"It must be rough on her." He ran the back of his hand down Phoebe's arm. "And you."
"We deal with it. She fought it a long time, about as long as she hasn't been able to fight it. She fought it for me and my brother. So now Carter and I-and Ava and Carly-deal with it."
"You've got some rough stuff." He turned, shifted so he was facing her, so his free hand rested on the rail by her elbow.
So she could feel him, the pull of him as their eyes met and held.
"But I don't understand what it has to do with you and me as a concept." Right that minute, she was trying to understand it herself. "My family and my work take nearly all my time, all my energy."
"You may be laboring under the mistaken impression I'm highmaintenance." He took her glass, moved back to the bottle. He topped hers off, then his own. When he went back to her, he leaned in first, laid his lips on hers. "Got a zing going there."
Oh, God, yeah. "Zings are easy."
"Have to start somewhere. I like here. Sexy redhead, beautiful night, bubbles in the wine. Hungry?"
"More than I like."
He smiled. "Why don't you sit down? There's supposed to be some sort of cold lobster deal in the cold box inside. I'll go get it. You can tell me some more long stories while we eat."
She wasn't going to tell him anything else about her life, her family. Keep it light, she decided. All on the surface. But he had a way, and somehow between the lobster salad and the medallions of beef, she let him in.
"I wonder how a girl from Savannah aims for the FBI and trains to talk people off ledges, for instance, then circles back to the local police. Did you play cops with your Barbies?"
"I didn't much like Barbies, really. All that blond hair, those big breasts."
"Which is why I loved them." He laughed when she only blinked at him. "What? You figure Malibu Barbie isn't going to start a ten-yearold boy thinking?"
"I do now. Unfortunately."
"So if it wasn't Barbies, what started you on the road? G.I. Joe?"
"Joe's a soldier. It was Dave McVee."
"Dave McVee? I must've missed him during my action-figure stage."
"He's a person and, though he's a hero, has never been a toy-that I'm aware of."
"Ah." He refilled their glasses and enjoyed the way the lights played over that porcelain skin, those clever cat's eyes. "High-school crush? First love?"
"Neither. Hero, first and last. He saved us."
When she said nothing more, Duncan shook his head. "You know you can't leave it there."
"No, I suppose I can't. My father was killed when my mother was pregnant with Carter. My younger brother."
"That's rough." He laid his hand over hers. "Seriously rough. How old were you?"
"Four, nearly five. I remember him, a little. But I remember more it broke something in Mama that took a long time to heal, and it never healed all the way. I know now, being a trained observer who's educated in psychology, that his death likely laid the groundwork for her agoraphobia. She had to go out to work, had to haul us around. No choice at all. But for years she kept mostly to herself."
"She had a choice," Duncan disagreed. "She chose to do what needed to be done to take care of her family."
"Yes, you're right. And she did take