Damn, she was cute. She really had no idea about the world I lived in, did she? I didn't know anybody could be that naïve, and it probably would have irritated me in most people. In Katja, though, it was endearing. She wanted to see my world, not because she wanted to know anything of the darkness of my reality, but because she wanted to know me better. That made me smile. I don't think she would understand most of my world. I sighed to myself as a reality hit me. I knew that sooner or later that would change, but I felt like it was my duty to protect her from the knowledge of all things bad for as long as I could. I decided, though, that maybe I should start introducing her to a bit of my world in a safe way. I would bring the boys by. Maybe then I could convince myself that my need to protect Katja was nothing but looking out for a client who was good to me and the boys. Maybe I could. No, not really. Damn.