“Because gun owners are more likely to hurt themselves or someone they didn’t intend to shoot.”
“But if I had training...”
Jesus, the thought of her with a gun made him nauseous.“Let’s talk about this later.I’ll be teaching some classes, and we’ll see if you want to learn.”
She smiled brightly.“Absolutely.”
Fuck.He didn’t know if he’d have the balls to let her shoot, but he’d worry about this another day.Now, they had a stalker to talk about.Damon wrapped an arm around her waist and led her out, waving at a few people.He got her into her car and buckled.“I’ll follow you home.”
“What, you don’t trust me to go on my own?”
He almost smiled at her snippy tone.“No, I don’t.”
He closed the door on her gasp, got into his truck, and waited for her.His grin grew when he caught her scowl in her rearview mirror.Too bad she was angry because he was beyond pissed.
They pulled up to the house, and he was glad to see Trent’s car there.The sooner they told her brother, the better he’d feel.He knew Trent wasn’t going to take this lightly.
Damon clasped her hand in his as they walked into the house and the kitchen.
“Hey, guys,” Trent said.“I’m making sandwiches.Do you want one?”
“Sure.Let me help.”He led her to a chair and pushed her into a seat.“I’ll make yours.What do you want?”
“You know I can make my own, Damon.”
“I know.Now, what meat do you want on your sandwich?”
She growled.“Turkey.”
The men talked as they ate.Damon saw Trent look at his sister in concern when she said nothing.She had a look of dread on her face, telling him she knew she had messed up by not telling her brother.
When her brother opened his mouth to ask, Damon shook his head and mouthed “later.”
Trent nodded.
Damon stood and picked up a few plates.“After taking care of the dishes, we need to sit at the table.Your sister has something she wants to talk about.”
A few minutes later, Damon lifted Emma’s hand as they got comfortable at the table.
“Talk to me.Tell me what’s going on,” Trent said when she said nothing.
She inhaled.“I just want you to know I did what I did with the best intentions and not because I didn’t trust or think you couldn’t help.”
Trent nodded.“Okay.”
“The last several months, I’ve had a stalker.”
Trent looked dumbfounded.“What?Wait.What did you say?”
“I started getting notes on my car at work.Then I started to receive flowers or some little trinket signed by my admirer.”
“Have you gone to the police?”Trent asked.
“Yes.Several times, they can’t do anything until we find out who it is, or something happens.”
“Like you getting attacked?That’s what they’re waiting for?”Trent asked.
Damon heard the anger in his friend’s tone that he was trying to control.