The first time it happened, it wasn’t part of the plan.

She had been on the phone with her best friend, pacing across the living room, irritation pouring out of her in every sharp word.

“…he follows me everywhere. Everywhere. I can’t even breathe without hearing his stupid footsteps behind me.”

From the kitchen, she heard his calm deep voice. “You should lower your voice when you complain about someone who carries a gun, you are risking your life.”

She spun around so fast ...