Jane
As I stare at the knife in my hands, I have to smother a shiver. I’m not sure I could actually go through with stabbing someone – and it occurs to me that any thief or burglar might just as easily take the weapon from my hands and use it against me.
Maybe I should just call the police? I think nervously. Or Ethan, he might be a pain in my ass but if he thought we were in danger he’d be here faster than any cop. Still my protective maternal instincts are in high gear, and I know I’m willing to risk my own life to defend my pups.
I’m almost to the peephole, still uncertain if investigating is the most sensible choice, when I hear a familiar growl. “Janey?” Ethan’s muddled voice rises on the other side of the door, and I immediately relax. “I know you’re there,” he slurs in a sing-so
