Carlisle straightened up, wincing a little. "I saw someone coming into your house! I thought it was that homeless guy from earlier, so I, uh, came to protect you."
Helen stared at him, her mouth twitching. "You were following me ?"
Carlisle cleared his throat. "I panicked, okay?"
She rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a laugh that threatened to bubble up. "You broke into my house because you thought I was in danger? At least call me next time instead of doing your James Bond impression."
Carlisle leant casually against the kitchen counter, still rubbing the back of his neck where Helen had smacked him with a spatula just minutes earlier. He gave her a sheepish grin, trying to salvage some dignity after his failed attempt at playing protector.
"I’m serious, Helen," he said, waving of
