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cops?” My chin drops a little, not wanting to let on that maybe I am a little worried now, without my pistol and all.
    “Oh, I’ll hold you to that and yes, right now!”
    I shuffled us a little closer to my front door and kept my eyes darting around the loft, all over.
    Forty damn terrifying minutes later, where we, okay I, pretty much jumped at every noise and shadow that crept up with the approaching darkness, the cops finally arrived.
    After sweeping the house, I ran straight to my room, Matt close in tow, opened my nightstand drawer and pulled out a medium sized black handprint safe. Opening it, I retrieved two Walther P .22 Handguns and a small white gold band. I put the ring on my left ring finger, and reached further into the drawer for something strappy that, after glancing to Matt, I realized had his full attention. “It’s a shoulder holster for a weapon.” I giggled then said, “Head out of the gutter, crazy.”
    “What? Oh, okay.” Then he watched me, intrigued, as I checked then loaded and holstered one of the .22’s. The second one I picked up, I checked the chamber properly then put it to my lips for a moment. Matt stepped closer and I heard him whisper, reading the engraving:   
    Annie Oakley <3  C & P
     
    “C and P?” He asked a little louder with a confused expression painting his handsome face.
    “Charlie and Peyton. My brothers. Peyton is my twin and was supposed to be a girl.” I smiled at the recollection and then slid the most precious handgun at the small of my back in my jean waistband.
    “There is another human being on the planet just as good looking as you are, but with a dick?” I choked at his forward question and nodded yes walking over to my closet. I very carefully opened the door and shoved my clothes to the side revealing a much larger, standing safe that took up a bit of room.
    “Holy shit Tay.” He stared bewildered.
    “What? It’s just a standing gun safe. It’s not like I robbed a bank.” I wanted to chuckle, but my throat were entirely too dry still, instead sounding like a frog in my throat.  
    “I can’t believe I never knew you had these in here. I’m honestly blown away.”
    “That was the point, I think.” My eyebrows now raised into my bangs.
    “Touché.” He looked around then asked, “Do the cops know you have these?”
    At that, I couldn’t help but giggle. “Yes, they’re legal and registered and the cops don’t have to know I have them unless I am out and about in which I need a concealed carry weapons permit. All of my weapons are registered, legal and I don’t conceal carry, though I do have my permits for these guys.” I gestured to my handguns.
    “But you have one that’s hidden…” He pointed out.
    “With this psycho running around, I appreciate the law and trust them to do their job, but I don’t trust my safety to just anyone and I don’t like to play Russian roulette with my life.”
    Turning back to the closet, I reached up for a light brown leather jacket and tossed it on to conceal the weapons.
    “Oh.” Relief flooded his face and I felt a little more comfortable knowing I had my boys at my side now.
    “You have absolutely no experience with weapons, do you?” I asked bemused.
    He smiled and simply said, “California,” with a shrug of his shoulders.
    The officer who had been walking around the house looking for any sign of break in or tampering, now stood at the door and made me  jump about a foot in the air when he knocked on the doorjamb. He was taller than Matt but had about 20 more pounds on him of pure muscle. His skin was the beautiful mocha color you just wanted to drink up and such beautiful amber eyes they would dampen any girl’s panties with one look from him.
    “Hi officer, can I help you?”
    He tipped his head a little and said, “We’ve looked at the whole loft and even your neighbors to be sure. Checked out any possible forced entry at all entry points.” He shakes his head, negative.