He Was The Best At What He Did

He was caught off guard by her sobbing. “This is why, until now, I've avoided serious involvement with a woman,” he added, enraged with himself for distressing her and with her, too, because she'd understood from the beginning the vocation he'd chosen for himself. "When I go on assignment, I have to concentrate on people whose lives are at danger for various reasons. Worrying about you is a distraction I neither need nor can afford.” 

“I know,” she said, wiping away her tears and trying to grin bravely. “I'm being self-centered and irrational. Sorry. I'm not sure what hit me. Normally, I'm not this emotional.”

He had to admit that she hadn't been throughout the early days of their relationship. But lately, even the little thing seemed to bother her. He'd gone to pick her up at the villa only a week ago and found her crying over a bird that had flown into a window and broken its neck. He wasn't happy about the poor thing's