He knocked on her front door as sheets of rain slashed her windows.
“Hi, ma’am, there’s a mighty storm arriving. Can I make your home safe?”
“Oh, yes please, I do need help.” Jennifer made him coffee while he nailed her window shutters and put sandbags at her door.
The wind howled and the sea surged as he finished.
“Come in, it’s too late to return to town.”
He barricaded the door from the inside. “You are remote out here, ma’am.”
She turned and saw a wicked steel knife in his hand. Her breath froze.
“Would you like a mango, ma’am?”