“Huh,” she huffs, reluctantly letting him go and pushing herself up to her feet. She towers over him. “That mean you’ve made a habit of doing dumb shit like this? Inviting strangers with knives into your home?”
Sanctuary begins collecting the spilled squash, loading it back into a bushel. “Hah… you could say it’s a calling! What do I call you?” he asks with a smile.
