Safe house<br/>9:18 a.m.<br/><br/>"I'll leave being barefoot to you," he said, tossing the towel on the living room chair.<br/><br/>His mood had calmed with the much needed though brief shower. Frank was enjoying her company. And, ironically, her voice, which he had kept fettered the first hours of their "relationship."<br/><br/>Frank wanted to call Philly and he didn't. She was reading a magazine that was about a year old. So much of this was domestic. But it was far from being so in reality.<br/><br/>Frank kept looking at her legs. Shamelessly.<br/><br/>"So how come you don't got a man? Too picky?'<br/><br/>Frank smirked. Then he sighed. Time to call Philly after she answered his teasing question.<br/><br/>Then something unexpected happened. Unbeknownst to both of them, an old truck came rambling down the dirt road, toward the cabin.