MS's fingers tightened on my neck in a subtle response, but Lexson seemed a bit lost, so he asked, "What do I think?"
"Yeah, exactly," I replied, trying to clarify. "Imagine you were in a scary situation, like mine. Would you prefer a baseball bat or a crowbar for self-defense?"
He paused for a moment, locking eyes with me before responding in a soft tone, "Pennelope, I own a gun."
Oh, right. Of course, he owned a gun. With that, he could handle any bad guy situation. He didn't need a baseball bat.
Having a gun might be useful, but I wasn't entirely sure if I was ready to handle one.
"Oh, yeah," I whispered, acknowledging his point.
He gave me a small smile and gently urged, "So, you called 911…"
"Yeah, and then I grabbed my snow globe because it was the only thing I had near
