He laughed at the trespassing, a fond, masculine sound. "You're quite exceptional," he told her with utter candor. She was. Spitfire without the sarcasm that strong women usually carried on their shoulders like a yoke. He liked her.
"We don't choose the work, love, at least we've not in the past." He smiled, as if he was waiting to see if she had an opinion on that, quite certain she would. "For now, we go where a local businessman sends us." Not for long, he suspected, if his gauge on this woman was right.
"Finish eating my food, darling, and I'll tell you more about it. Perhaps something will fall in the living room in the meantime," he said, winking at her.