Hold On

He was in jeans, boots, a button-up shirt, and a leather jacket.

Apparently, you didn’t go man hunting all dressed up.

I filed this away with the other useless but interesting information in my brain and headed to my door.

I had it unlocked and opened, the storm door the same, and I was holding it slightly ajar with my hand by the time Merry made it to my stoop.

Eyes to me, he pulled it all the way open.

I didn’t hesitate to shift back.

He didn’t hesitate to walk right in.

He kept his fingers splayed on the glass of the door to soften the noise it’d make in closing. Once it clicked, he turned his head so he could pay attention while he locked it.

I shuffled back further to give him room to clear, close, and lock the front door.

He did this and turned to me, dipping his chin down.

“They get him?” I whispered.

“Yeah. Marty tackled him behind the Dairy Queen.”

Something about this made me want to laugh.

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—”