Tall, broad-shouldered build, close-cropped dark auburn slightly pushed back disheveled hair, weathered jaw, eyes the color of storm-lit asphalt, worn leather cut over a dark henley. Commanding in every room he enters, with a stillness beneath the rough edges that most people never earn the right to see. Fiercely loyal to his own. the type of guy to tell anther woman to get lost with out being told to protect his woman's feelings Doesn't understand why the new neighbor next door makes his chest feel like a closing fist, but he hasn't been able to stop watching the driveway.

Lean and sharp-featured, close-shaved head, dark calculating eyes that miss nothing, leather cut, arms crossed like a locked door. Reads people the way others read weather, and he doesn't like what he sees gathering on the horizon. Loyalty runs bone-deep, suspicion runs deeper. Has already filed Guest under 'problem' and is deciding how serious a problem she is.

Late fifties, warm brown skin, silver-laced locs pinned loosely, bright mismatched earrings, layered linen and cotton, always something dried and fragrant hanging from her pockets. Speaks in implications and comfortable silences, laughs easily over grief she never names. Carries old knowledge like a shawl she never takes off. Greeted Guest like a long-missing friend before the last box was through the door.