I didn’t laugh.

I asked, “Everyone okay?”

“It’s all good, sweetheart.”

I nodded, letting the tension ebb out of me.

In the subdued light that stretched from the kitchen, I saw him look toward the hall.

His gaze came back to me. “Ethan asleep?”

I nodded again. “Had trouble findin’ it, but he got there.”

“Good,” he muttered.

I stood there and Merry stood there. I stared up at him as his eyes moved over my face.

Then he looked over my head into the room as he asked, “You get any rest at all?”

“No.”

His head jerked slightly and his eyes cut back to me.

“Please, fuck, baby, tell me that piece is registered.”

“I bought it in Ohio.”

His mouth got tight.

Ohio liked their guns and the easy ability of people owning them, and Merry obviously knew that fact.

“And, uh…Colt told me as long as I don’t carry it, I’m good.”

“Colt knows you got it?”

I nodded.

“He show you how to use it?”

I shook my head.

His mouth got tight again.

“Jack showed me,” I shared quickly.

He sighed.

Suddenly it dawned on me this was weird, precisely the fact he was there at all.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“No,” he answered.

“Shit, what happened?” I asked, moving closer.

“What happened is, I got a call that reported an armed man was at large within blocks of your mom and your boy.”

Oh God. Oh shit.

Damn it, Merry.

Automatically, I moved closer, putting my hand to his stomach.

“Merry,” I whispered. Just that. I didn’t know what else to say.

“Spending the night, Cher.”

I felt my eyes get big at this declaration, but I didn’t speak or move.

“With you in your bed.”

Oh God.

“And if you don’t lock that handgun away when you’re not sittin’ vigil to look after your kid, we’ll be goin’ to sleep after I make your ass red for bein’ all kinds of stupid.”

I felt my eyes get squinty and I spoke then. I also stepped back.

“You think I’d have an unsecured firearm in my home with my kid?” I snapped.

“Lock it up. You don’t need yours out when I got mine.”

Okay, we were back on rocky ground.

“Merry, I—”

Abruptly, he moved. Hooking me at the back of my head, his face was in mine, and at what I saw in his eyes, I stopped speaking and concentrated on breathing.

“Shut your mouth. Get your piece. Lock it up. And come to bed.”

“I’m not real sure what’s goin’ on right now, gorgeous,” I said carefully. “But my boy’s in this house and—”

“What’s goin’ on,” he cut me off to start and he didn’t let up, “is tonight, you learn you got a man who gives a shit in your life, shit goes down in the night that more than likely would never touch you, but it’s still goin’ down and we both know shit happens, you don’t sleep alone. You don’t because he doesn’t sleep alone. He sleeps where he knows you’re safe. So get your fuckin’ gun. Lock that fucker up. And come to bed.”