Deep waters hide treasure. Difficult to plunder, their storms take large prizes.

My partner is like that, difficult and aloof, ready hands and a mind like a drill. It's uncanny how I can read my own thoughts in his eyes before I've had them. Blue eyes that can turn from fair to stormy faster than a squall rises.

He's my harbor, my anchor and personal mystery. I've seen how he reels in women not trying. I'll lose him, to a woman or the job. Both are unthinkable; one inevitable. I'm shallow enough to consider that we might go out together.