Will knew that sentiment. He'd refurbished his farm house in Wolf Trap, and he had done the same for the house here. He'd enjoyed the process. He nodded, a little smile tugged at his lips. "I liked stopping bad people from doing bad things. But it wasn't a job that was exactly good for me." He didn't want to get into gory details. So he was grateful when she asked about the coffee. "Yes, I was't sure if the cream would go bad or not before we got to drink it." He untwisted the bottom cap, and filled it for himself.
"I can't say I had a bad time, either." He had enjoyed pushing his limits with her. He had felt safe doing so. Even if he hadn't known her.