/Jane/
"Jane, do you mind if I come in?" he inquired, his voice still uncertain.
I dashed to the front door and yanked it open just in time for him to walk in and ruin my surprise. "Can you tell me what's going on?" The door to my room was closed against me, preventing him from seeing into my room, so I inquired.
"Do you think you're all right? "You're not having a panic attack because of the guns, are you?" he inquired, reaching out for my arm.
I acknowledged his concern with a smile. Actually, I appreciated the thought that went into it. "No, I'm not having a nervous breakdown. Shrugging it off, "I just had something I wanted to finish up on my laptop before we left tomorrow," I explained.
His expression brightened, and he appeared to be visibly at ease. "Oh, that's great, I was
