"Do you live here?" she asked, still looking out

"No I don't . It's a safe house"

"Who else do you bring here"

"None of your business" he replied.

"Of course," she nodded. "But I still wonder. What exactly do you do with your life that you own a house like this?" she asked.

"I prepare in advance for what my clients might need," he said simply.

Their eyes met. He read questions in hers. No fear, though, which he respected. She wasn't what he had thought. Maybe not as useless as most women ...