“I’m too hyped for sleep. Mind if we settle down in front of the fire for a while?” she asked.
“Let me take a quick look around first.”
“Don’t worry. For-warned is for-armed. I won’t make the same mistake Craig made,” he lifted his pant leg and pulled out a small caliber gun. “You stay inside, away from the windows. I’ll be right back,” he promised, caressing her cheek.
Cassandra roamed around the front room, and waited impatiently. “Nothing,” he said upon returning,” Max said.
He pulled her back against him and they listened to the soft rock playing on the radio, watching the fire. It was sometime later when Max moved her aside, and motioned for silence. He crouched low and moved to the front window. Peering outside, he moved cautiously to the front door. The key took him off guard; he cocked his gun and waited.
Maggy stepped through the door. “Jesus!” Maggy squeaked.
“It’s me, it’s me!”
“Wasn’t taking any chances,” Max stated firmly. Easing his finger off the hammer, he replaced the gun in his ankle holster.
Catching her breath, her hand at her throat she explained “They’re going to keep Craig overnight anyway. He wanted to come back with me, but the doctor was adamant. I’m relieved he stayed, he seemed pretty groggy.”